I think we started on the right path, stealing all that others had,
modern day society is living in the past.
All idolers to the dollar sign, keeping credit cards in mind
closing up the curtain to exert the worth of first class.
Who put the laughter into slaughter? Harassing all our daughters,
making sense though of Jim Jones packets in the water.
Choking lumps from my throat, while asserting all I know
squirting blood for all the children who are hurting, on your fur coat.
Behold the pale horse, flashing peace signs to the air force
bringing up the rear with a tear for all we care for.
This beautiful existence, with humans as a sickness,
infected with the rich it's hard to glimpse the bigger pictures now.
Caring for your fellow man, there to lend a helping hand
or selling to the devil for a space to park your caravan.
Begging for a better plan, promises of never-land,
turned into deceit from the dreams of the American.
Little bit of powder little bit of paint/
makes a women look like what she aint/
a black widow makes love and kills its mate
with a little bit of powder and a little bit of paint/
terrorist rebel causes, revolutionary groups/
assemble scores of sheep converting livestock to troops
utilities run, IRS the bureau as my targets/
melting frozen status hoodlums and harlots/
solo underground tactics got high powered officials nervous/
more espionage in the white house then the secret serves
number of mindless droids are worthless but persist/
through the shameless void walk the brainwashed militants/
government agencies broken down by hackers/
congressional figures exposed as puppets and actors/
powerful conglomerates fall to ingenious schemes and plans/
confidence conquering with blood on their hands/
with air tight force field economic growth punctured/
I corrode lackluster greed based infrastructure/
change led by brains stuck in societies chains/
corrupt the NASDAQ and the stock exchange/
fiscal disabilities while the millions find humility/
all in the name of obsolete bureaucratic facility/
mad enough to call the entire earths bluff/
ponder your worth the rock foundation is now dust/
credits
from Labor of Love,
released September 14, 2012
Talent Kills, scott allen
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