Monday, August 30, 2010

We Tried to Trace the Faceless Ghost of David

Psychologically shape us so you can financially rape us
we are what you made us, slaves to the status
reactionists fascists slandering my activist fashion
with a fatal attraction to drugs and inaction
I cover my face whenever accidents happen
because I fear his embrace when I bow to the captain

You see the light, but don't hear the beacon 
while the weakened are beaten for no reason
they lie to the livid and hide in the gimmick
they cry for the crime, not the criminals grind
and shy from the shine in a single file line
manufacture lifestyles to control the mind

You profit on the prophet and one's who are retarded
tropic crops of chronic sparked the visions of Muhammad
symphonies of soldiers sing the triumph of their soldering
cities crumble slowly burning and smoldering
subliminally controlling the way that we're coping
and I'm choking on the cigarette that I'm smoking
invoking my hope to be taken to the basement of hatred
and explain the matrix
we try to trace the faceless ghost of David and replace the hopes of laymen 
with a spokesman who had spoken of his plan to betray them

A shower, a shave, a way to behave
we cower and slave and wait to be saved
the power that they will always betray
we give them and give them the right to abuse us
to use us and use us in the name of Jesus
all religion is treasonous
betraying us more than they're pleasing us
they pick our pockets and posture sleazily
politics are so deceiving
to exercise their judicial power
they built a college where votes don't matter
living in a world where paper is power
so I sit at home watching my tv
I'll eat what they feed me
I need God to complete me
losing my innocence in the violent images
making me perspire like a raging fire

The smokes and flames
the ashes and embers
smoldering coals red like September
toppling towers causes twice the terror
I saw the smoke reflecting off the mirror
you got your Patriot and you got your Act
so the Homelands secure until your next attack

Does peace exists or is it an antique?
Is it human nature for the strong to exploit the weak?
Will we ever recognize that we're all just human beings?
I blush to the crowd when I hear em laughin'
because we all know peace will never happen

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Truth to Everything in the World

Psychologically shape us so you can financially rape us
we are what you made us, slaves to the status
reactionists fascists slandering my activist fashion
with a fatal attraction to drugs and inaction
I cover my face whenever accidents happen
because I fear his embrace when I bow to the captain

You follow the light, but don't hear the beacon 
while the weakened are beaten for no reason
It's a vulgar display of power
issued by the intolerant coward
they lie to the livid and hide in the gimmick
they cry for the crime, not the criminals grind
and shy from the shine in a single file line
manufacture lifestyles to control the mind

A shower, a shave, a way to behave
we cower and slave and wait to be saved
the power that they will always betray
we give them and give them the right to be different
to use us and use us in the name of Jesus
all religion is treasonous
betraying us more than they're pleasing us

they pick our pockets, and posture sleazily
politics are so deceiving
to exercise their judicial power
they built a college where votes don't matter
paper is power and people are safer sitting at home
watching my tv, I'll eat what they feed me
losing my innocence in the violent images
making me perspire like a raging fire

the smoke
the flames
the ashes and embers
smoldering coals red like September
toppling towers causes twice the terror
I saw the smoke reflecting off the mirror
you got your Patriot and you got your Act
so the Homelands secure until your next attack

Is it human nature for the strong to exploit the weak?
Will we ever recognize that we're all just human beings. 
then I blush to the crowd when I hear em all laughin
because we all know peace will never happen

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

finally something decent

A shower, a shave, a way to behave
we cower and slave and wait to be saved
the power that they will always betray
we give them, and give them
the right to be different
to use us and use us
in the name of Jesus
history gives us all our reasons
lets kill ALL man kind and call it even
when I say man, you say demon
when I say government, you say treason
pickin pockets, posture, pleasing
politics are so deceiving
people's will, judicial power
a college where votes don't matter
our true system is the dollar sign
if they can control your actions
they can control your mind
the biggest thing between me and you
is that dollar sign you're branded to
you're like cattle in your attitude

Saturday, August 14, 2010

A mans life is a cheap purchase

My hate evolves like the primates freedom
The more I hate em
The more I need em
My heart burns like a raging fire
I'm less than honest and more than a liar
My life stinks of regret and failure
I might be trash, but I'm not a trailer
The more I love, the less I try
Every three years my relations die
The more I feel the more I hurt
My only comfort is in these words
My life is about enduring violence
The science of misery hides beneath my eye lids
My mind is the sky but I'm a terrible pilot
When I sell my soul I know they'll buy it
You make a law so I defy it
Life's a bitch
So start a riot

Thursday, August 12, 2010

2 Felony counts of possession

I should have lied, I should have said that those items were not mine. After all my roommates did break into my room, and search through all of my things until they found a small amount of pot buried in a box in my closet and a bottle of anti anxiety pills that were under my bed against the back corner of the wall. How would the cop know they were mine? Unless I told the truth, he wouldn't. Don't you see how this system benefits the liar? Don't you see it punishes honesty. I told the truth about using substances are all legal medically. Am I not allowed relief like someone who has health insurance? Like someone who can afford medications to help cope with pain or depression. I guess I'm immediately generalized as some sort of criminal because I can't afford prescriptions for these items. Maybe if I had lived another life where I wasn't raised by two alcoholic parents, maybe if they didn't get drunk and beat the shit out of each other every night for ten years, maybe if I didn't go to ten different schools and move constantly because evictions, maybe if I wasn't so attracted to psychology and the ways it helped me cope with my life, maybe if I didn't go to college and pay for it all myself and go deep into student debt, maybe if I would have got a degree in something that actually helped me get a job... Then. Maybe. If all those things didn't happen and I would be a wealthy white male with health insurance then I wouldn't be a felon. But because I do live in poverty, because I can't get a decent paying job with my college degree, I shouldn't be allowed the same medications that a wealthy man can get a prescription for. I don't understand how anyone, from any point of view can say I have committed any type of crime here. I was merely self medicating in the comfort of my own home, in my own room, and one day someone decided to break into my room while I was at work and turn over these substances to the police. Being that there was no legal search and seizure of these items there's actually no way to prove they were even mine, if I had just lied I could have avoided this situation entirely, but I didn't know what I was doing, so I told the truth.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

eden

Our cities burning in the riots
uncivil acts of mass defiance
politicians will be murdered
until you truly learn to serve us

what you said to earn our trust
was a plot to capture us
a promise broken by a liar
must be repaid in fire

so grab the queen and grab the king
I want more blood than gasoline
a debt repaid so tragically
it stopped the world from happening

the future sent him back for me
the God of human agony
top rung of the illuminatti
crop brains a top the human body

plant delusions and fear the heathens
illusions closer to the soul than treason
Heaven is the white mans Eden
while heathens live to feed their demons

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