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They rage and bleed red
For the ideas of our age
Against what they’re fed

Computer chair activists
Overshadow hollow voiced D.C. men
If we won’t fight them, they must

We mites kills your sight
Butcher inconceivable heights
Anger the unreasoning gods
And destroy your many heads
Take the universe by simple cauldron
Tell it to obey us
We cannot be destroyed
We are the light

Struggle to stand on air
Great gods or congenital gifts
Immortal men stand on shoulders

No heroes in a world of individuals
People take their futures into their own two hands
Collective mind the only street flanked by jewels
Where the quietest voice shouts hard and takes a stand

I once wiped my ass with two million dollars
Then I washed it; my ass, that is

Every sweet lyric from her voice
Vindicates the masses of unfounded love
As skies are bluer, trees greener, clouds whiter
Cannot have but one grim choice
All youthful dreams taken from above
Still they cling to the constant, hateful writer
So collective pain ignored and they rejoice
Indulge in the most beautiful things she can think of
Despite the world growing ever tighter
Yet still the ephemeral we hoist

Tear flesh from foreigners
Bloodstained teeth in every mirror
Then turn on each other

The suited men sing
Tears over their camp fire
The death that they bring
Floats higher and higher
Glowing ashes to the wind
Brings down foreign lands
Fiery fears end
Bones become the sands

Imaginary monkeys on imaginary backs
We allowed their arms to hold impossibly tightly
Pictures of bloody bodies around money stacks
Politicians take the bills and bleach the blood unsightly
Mouths taped shut that dare launch attacks
And they continue their freedom raids nightly
Turned the corner all those years past
Drank the flavor aid sweetened with child protection
Categorized harmless perverts into contrast
The first of many steps toward full thought perfection
A society based on an ocean of fears deep and vast

Even the slightest whispers are carried farther than before
Touch even the laziest trees and quietest shores
Smash through mountains and break down old monoliths
Fingertips for tanks and filters for fire hoses
In an upside down world shit rolls uphill
Through his white-hooded suit the man in black gets a chill
Warmed only by the crosses he burned
The delights of his regime fade into the colors he hates
At the bottom of the bucket the true colors come to light
A world built on red, brown, yellow, black, and white
Now they open the door
A revolver stares back
One shot left
Barrel down the corridor
Leaping to attack
With movement deft
Begins the unending war
To be taken over by same old hack
Instilling again the bereft
And we take away what we put in
The sad fact that nothing changes