a couple of protests, a few out in the rain
the old revolutionaries fatigues have been burned,
discarded or mourned, put on these aging crescendos,
these desolate worthless pyres of a communion
with the soft hand, soft brained, soft hearted wannabes,
who in their radicalism of vegetarianism,
their boycott of the corporations they vote for,
leave these aged commandos with nothing left in this world
but to die
and disheartened are the drunks who pile on this burden
of knowing how their crippled capacity, in a world left
for the violence of armies, the power of helicopters
the might and grit of the financial impresarios
who blood stained in their motives and cogs
leaves us individuals, us bands, us thinkers for shame
done out and more worthless then the sheep in the field
who bah to the beat of a sin
and who there are you with your whittled words,
your tired ideologues, useless banter and flat rhetoric,
but a bloated corpse waiting with no merit for a death
dishonorable, leaking of fluids, shifting ones weight,
a fucking carbon footprint akin to the cows we slaughter,
the mules we move the masses of coal and iron,
the cayotes we hire to rip of the hindfleish in asia,
the parakeets with their constant tweet tweet tweet
born of this flesh, of this legacy in our heritage of ego,
of the fire that we have crafted from the penalty of gods,
took force of the power structure with simple firearms, cigars,
left their worded and hefty education of this world
to prepare and to discipline, and to train for an exercise in defiance
where the flesh was not polysaturated, obese, pock marked,
the flesh was for the sacrifice of the children, the women we fucked,
who in this belief, supported us in their loss of human life
and now of this young, supple, beautiful skin we possess,
our coverings, our fleeing desires for a sex hung from noose, danger,
unfulfilled consumption rotting out with stretch marks, and disease,
asking for a health insurance is to insure a health worth living,
asking for your mouth to be wrapped around the cock pipe of genocide
is the forgiving and the support that we laud onto technocrats,
corporate pinatas already planning for your job to be overseas,
for profit, for patronage, for your help, we kill our human morality
for jehovah god, or your buddhism, or the shinto prince of peace
would strike down the monstrosity in righteous anger these demons,
these figureheads of structured robbery, befowlment, decay of soul,
you cannot live this life on the dole of such grand immorality, abuse,
these people who govern our safe and ordered routines are evil, obtuse,
ignoble, and this preaching, this sermon you are hearing from the bible,
this message is one of deliverance, of forfeiting our human right to fight,
that their is no cure, no right, so what else can we do, but subsist, enjoy
and exactly what do we have left but disheartened moral rebels,
paranoid conspiracy artists, deluded reactionaries, social cause activists,
throw your money at the fires of a trouble brewing deep in earths cauldron,
release some stress of mind at how you enjoy the lifestyle of materialism you live,
push that off onto the people who are paid to care about what you pay to care for,
little by little we are making a difference in dollars and cents, yuan and euros,
each child of the guerrillas will soon be fed a mcdonalds hamburger, receive shoes,
a filtered drinking water is the least one can expect in a civilized world
and as we reach out to the our spiritual brethren at the sunday service,
we fill out all of our hopes, ambitions, wants and desires on the shoulders of gods,
who they have propped up for you to believe in, silenced the gods who would disobey,
they have silenced the voices of the most populous earth in human history,
an achievement, a feat of social decadence do they continue to reallign resources,
flesh, cold, cut, sold, weighed, delivered, cummingled, seasoned, consummated and eaten,
for true barbarians, true violence of depraved desperation does not seek a package,
or a designation, but is labeled out of fear of death, as a heathen, a murder, a terrorist
a murderer, so shall you lament
the old revolutionaries fatigues have been burned,
discarded or mourned, put on these aging crescendos,
these desolate worthless pyres of a communion
with the soft hand, soft brained, soft hearted wannabes,
who in their radicalism of vegetarianism,
their boycott of the corporations they vote for,
leave these aged commandos with nothing left in this world
but to die
and disheartened are the drunks who pile on this burden
of knowing how their crippled capacity, in a world left
for the violence of armies, the power of helicopters
the might and grit of the financial impresarios
who blood stained in their motives and cogs
leaves us individuals, us bands, us thinkers for shame
done out and more worthless then the sheep in the field
who bah to the beat of a sin
and who there are you with your whittled words,
your tired ideologues, useless banter and flat rhetoric,
but a bloated corpse waiting with no merit for a death
dishonorable, leaking of fluids, shifting ones weight,
a fucking carbon footprint akin to the cows we slaughter,
the mules we move the masses of coal and iron,
the cayotes we hire to rip of the hindfleish in asia,
the parakeets with their constant tweet tweet tweet
born of this flesh, of this legacy in our heritage of ego,
of the fire that we have crafted from the penalty of gods,
took force of the power structure with simple firearms, cigars,
left their worded and hefty education of this world
to prepare and to discipline, and to train for an exercise in defiance
where the flesh was not polysaturated, obese, pock marked,
the flesh was for the sacrifice of the children, the women we fucked,
who in this belief, supported us in their loss of human life
and now of this young, supple, beautiful skin we possess,
our coverings, our fleeing desires for a sex hung from noose, danger,
unfulfilled consumption rotting out with stretch marks, and disease,
asking for a health insurance is to insure a health worth living,
asking for your mouth to be wrapped around the cock pipe of genocide
is the forgiving and the support that we laud onto technocrats,
corporate pinatas already planning for your job to be overseas,
for profit, for patronage, for your help, we kill our human morality
for jehovah god, or your buddhism, or the shinto prince of peace
would strike down the monstrosity in righteous anger these demons,
these figureheads of structured robbery, befowlment, decay of soul,
you cannot live this life on the dole of such grand immorality, abuse,
these people who govern our safe and ordered routines are evil, obtuse,
ignoble, and this preaching, this sermon you are hearing from the bible,
this message is one of deliverance, of forfeiting our human right to fight,
that their is no cure, no right, so what else can we do, but subsist, enjoy
and exactly what do we have left but disheartened moral rebels,
paranoid conspiracy artists, deluded reactionaries, social cause activists,
throw your money at the fires of a trouble brewing deep in earths cauldron,
release some stress of mind at how you enjoy the lifestyle of materialism you live,
push that off onto the people who are paid to care about what you pay to care for,
little by little we are making a difference in dollars and cents, yuan and euros,
each child of the guerrillas will soon be fed a mcdonalds hamburger, receive shoes,
a filtered drinking water is the least one can expect in a civilized world
and as we reach out to the our spiritual brethren at the sunday service,
we fill out all of our hopes, ambitions, wants and desires on the shoulders of gods,
who they have propped up for you to believe in, silenced the gods who would disobey,
they have silenced the voices of the most populous earth in human history,
an achievement, a feat of social decadence do they continue to reallign resources,
flesh, cold, cut, sold, weighed, delivered, cummingled, seasoned, consummated and eaten,
for true barbarians, true violence of depraved desperation does not seek a package,
or a designation, but is labeled out of fear of death, as a heathen, a murder, a terrorist
a murderer, so shall you lament
