It’s the backstory to every bad dream
The monster lurking in the closet of every confrontational moment
This era of the truly crazed finding comfort in continuously creating confusion out of contradiction
Of cash money conformity
Of capitalizing on discomfort Where coloring outside the lines is no longer a creatively pursued impulse
But as an act of premeditated provocation
Sinister scrawlings used to instigate the citizens of a nation to put down their pens and once again pick up their swords
To start slicing at the common threads that bind us all
An untetherеd ship, political parties full of pirates
Madness goеs unchecked
Mental illness now a pandemic
Our state of being bruised and bleeding on the inside
Internal injuries will be the death of this land
Updated slogans sear the concrete
If you can’t take the heat, quarantine the kitchens
And let the rich eat their soybeans off the street
Awake to the evils of what comes too easy
The distance between here and the desire for whatever else might be out there is infinite
The crybaby man-child has taken over the control room
And its mother and father with their faces in their iPhones
Or these will be just one of the denominating factors leading to the death of this land
The reincarnation of this world--
Well that, well that will be the universe’s last laugh
Cross the t’s and dot the i’s
There are x’s floating in the sky
And there's cash being hoarded under the floorboards of the White House
And the way that credit helps keep the clogged arteries of blood for money flowing is quite something, i have to say
Our flat screens and belly binge watching got our activity levels flatlining
And all those silver linings saved for rainy days
Just can’t help protect us anymore from all those warm UV rays
For one way or another, for what it’s all worth
We're being taught a lesson for the future to unlearn
And as compassion is commodified into yet another catchphrase
And empathy the afterthought of another predictable onslaught
And black anger grows hotter than white heat
Try imagining some suit-and-tie motherfucker dragging his family, across the desert in their bare feet
The monster lurking in the closet of every confrontational moment
This era of the truly crazed finding comfort in continuously creating confusion out of contradiction
Of cash money conformity
Of capitalizing on discomfort Where coloring outside the lines is no longer a creatively pursued impulse
But as an act of premeditated provocation
Sinister scrawlings used to instigate the citizens of a nation to put down their pens and once again pick up their swords
To start slicing at the common threads that bind us all
An untetherеd ship, political parties full of pirates
Madness goеs unchecked
Mental illness now a pandemic
Our state of being bruised and bleeding on the inside
Internal injuries will be the death of this land
Updated slogans sear the concrete
If you can’t take the heat, quarantine the kitchens
And let the rich eat their soybeans off the street
Awake to the evils of what comes too easy
The distance between here and the desire for whatever else might be out there is infinite
The crybaby man-child has taken over the control room
And its mother and father with their faces in their iPhones
Or these will be just one of the denominating factors leading to the death of this land
The reincarnation of this world--
Well that, well that will be the universe’s last laugh
Cross the t’s and dot the i’s
There are x’s floating in the sky
And there's cash being hoarded under the floorboards of the White House
And the way that credit helps keep the clogged arteries of blood for money flowing is quite something, i have to say
Our flat screens and belly binge watching got our activity levels flatlining
And all those silver linings saved for rainy days
Just can’t help protect us anymore from all those warm UV rays
For one way or another, for what it’s all worth
We're being taught a lesson for the future to unlearn
And as compassion is commodified into yet another catchphrase
And empathy the afterthought of another predictable onslaught
And black anger grows hotter than white heat
Try imagining some suit-and-tie motherfucker dragging his family, across the desert in their bare feet
( The Irrational Library )
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