Pseudo Pride
Our "battles" were nothing more than genocide
We stole their land
And slaughtered pride
Losses too plentiful to track
Red tears stream down their backs.
How proud are you to be white?
Survival of the fittest, isn't that right?
Go ahead, smirk your backwoods grin
I'd love to smash your fucking teeth in.
Let's bring them here to work our farms
Their people sent them so there's no harm
Once we realize how wrong we are
We'll just find different ways to scar.
How proud are you to be in control?
Shoving ourselves deeper into the karmatic hole
Go ahead, flash your winning smile
Think of someone else once in a while?
Don't dare threaten our politics
Write names on a list
And that will fix
The swelling problem of communist views
No work in Hollywood, have you heard the news?
How proud are you to be a capitalist?
Scribbling lives onto a blacklist
Go ahead, promote your democratic hate
We can feel our minds being raped. |  | Swollen Shut
Puppets dangling from our self righteous ribbons
Of life and liberty and redundant lies
We are maneuvered like beaten pets
And shot down by each other's helpless cries.
Strung out on tradition and conformity
Manufactured by the rules of majority
We are herded like slaughtered cattle
And supressed (oppressed) by the Senate's glittering fools.
Our mouths are hollow vessels
Our eyes are swollen shut
Our efforts being shredded
Our arrogance- the knife that cuts.
Our behaviors are reactions to unjustified fears
Of unforgiven but instinctual ways
We are poisoned like the evil villains
And sentenced to miserable, normal days.
And as we choke on the addictive dust
Of our own apathetic strategies
We are as influenced as the despised masses
And stereotyping them as usual tragedies.
Our mouths are hollow vessels
Our eyes are swollen shut
Our efforts being shredded
Our arrogance- the knife that cuts. |
Listen
Rescue me from blindness
Deliver me from their evil
Show me genuine kindness
Demolish the gossiping pews.
Sit down kids, listen to your master.
Shut up kids, listen to your monster.
We can't all plead to your crucifix of disaster
We can't all bleed for your mask of morals, pastor (bastard)
Sermons based on ignorance
Rules dervied from outdated scripts.
Why can't you give the kids a chance?
Destroy the judgemental facts.
Sit down kids, listen to your master.
Shut up kids, listen to your monster.
We can't all plead to your crucifix of disaster
We won't all bleed for your mask of morals, pastor (bastard) | Tragedy at Home
Our cultural lag transformed
Into an Appalachian tragedy
A minority is informed
Of another mountain casualty.
Killing ourselves in dead end jobs
Why won't you help?
Can't you see we're decades behind
The new jobs developed?
Our 3rd world within your primary nation
Pleads for equality and acceptance
But an injection of your stereotypical sedation
Drowns us in socioeconomic dissonance.
You gawk at their hands so calloused
And mimick the cries for advancement.
They know not your everyday place
Or your silver spoon virtual enhancement.
Killing ourselves in dead end jobs
Why won't you help?
Can't you see we're decades behind
The new jobs developed?
Killing ourselves, killing ourselves, killing ourselves
in our dead end jobs.
Killng ourselves, killing ourselves, killing ourselves
in our dead end world.
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