Open your eyes
Realize that drastic changes need to immediately be made
Hear over the horizon the lone wolfs' countless discarded cries
Wretchedly witness the malicious and mechanized mannequin maze
Read between the li(n)es
The truth is often the exact opposite of how it originally seems
Endlessly ignore each “do not enter” and “stop” sign
Forfeiting our feeble future and forced to forget what freedom even means
Move to the side
Make room on the crowded streets of shame for the president’s poisonous parade
Sins forever washed away with the next swallowing tsunami at high tide
Planting a permanent scar on a frigid flag that fails to showcase its own true shades
Put down your guns
Ceaselessly cease these continuous corrupted crimes and tragic tag-teams
Remember that the enemies, too, have wives, daughters, and sons
Awaiting for them back home, hoping that reality is merely an atrocious nightmare of a dream
Stand up and spread your wicked wax-made wings
The darkhorses and doves will drop blissful bombs of benevolence on every momument and memorial ever made
That sweet, sweet song of salvation and safety the saints of suburbia splendidly, yet sinfully, sing
Knowing oh too well deep down that the contaminated concept of combat will never fade
Holdfast, here comes hope
Spontaneously combusting as we freely fly too close to the sun and become blinded by the burning beam
Rise the freedom flag high atop the rusty pole of peace and hang yourself from that very same rope
Close your eyes, because our utopia of a reality can only become true in a dove's delicate dream