Living Life With Laws

The working man
The working wage
The newspaper front page reads
"We're all slaves"

A working body
A working mind
A working weapon fires
At the front line

A working plan
A working force
Mechanized children
Do their chores

A working watch
With working hands
Strapped to the wrist
Of a working man

He lifts his arm
And a child cowers
With only minutes left
Until the zero hour

The whole fucking world
Is a piece of work
A piece of art
We sleep in dirt

Naked Girls and The Golden Wasp

And in my dreams it seems I seek answers
to questions I don't dare to ask
about the past and present
of the untaught lessons
my mind hungers to know

While I sleep I creep
into unknown worlds
It's lawless and violent
like it should be
and when I know it's a dream
I am God of everything
except the details
of which I lack attention 

No Surrender

It's the common theme, the American dream
where people only watch, but don't intervene

We pass-iv-ely
let
these
thieves
rape our wives
smash our dreams

Lets redefine... 
chalk outlines
on the outside we surround the front line

bibles, rifles, handgun psychos 
suicide bombs in my Nikes
infiltrate the human psyche
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Everyone, anyone
scimitar city son
new world kings of Babylon 
a star fell and killed God
and the people sang the saddest song

Awake to the sabotage
of human potential
the intuitive mind
that you can't remember
while the knuckle head choir
sang no surrender 

Attack Of The 50 Foot Jesus

Who is it that sees us?
It's the 50 foot Jesus.
Hovering above us
he's coming to please us.
Delivering speeches
curing diseases
leaving us speechless
whenever he frees us.
From the cruel realities
and all the subtle causalities.
From the day to day
life that we call battling.
Leaving our brains sizzling
at the end of his tongue
while our body's baking under the sun.
Frying as we're trying
to break free from the heat.
When he finally eats us
it tastes like defeat.
Nobody saves us
because nobody see us.
We're in the shadow of the 50 foot Jesus