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You found, the loose knot in society

We are trapped, bearing the wrong arms

Using the incorrect level of tone

Attacking with the wrong finger



Intelligent ears are fearful of what we may come to know



What will you do now?

The television is glorifying murder and sex

So many ungodly things, rape your head savagely

An animal, pouncing from the shadows

Our youth has forgotten about Marco Polo and fireflies

They are the Puppeteer's bitch

They are feeling each other up, while the mother's are getting stoned

We've kept the T.V. on, to watch and to learn



There is a tidal wave of waste holding you hostage at

your threshold

And you have kept your hellfire blood silent for this long

Kill the muse,

and

let's take a look at what we've done



Nothing.



The government is spending billions on a war that will never end

We are all terrorists, for all they care

And they'd bomb us right down to our knees and

the foundations of our houses if it

means

money in the federal reserve bank

And you can bank on this:

it's going to hit home, someday

Death is going to get too close and

our pockets are already going to be empty and

then there will be no use for the American idealisms

Freedom will be a fond memory.

You mark my words, our children's children will feel the heaviest bond of

corporate slavery

And they will build forts on our graves and build tyranny out

of our headstones

And we won't know what has hit us until we realize our wrists have been

chained to their kennel fence

Like dogs.



Like insolent pigs.