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She takes three breaths
Slow and measured full
Tries to contain the anger
But the demons keep the pull

This pork on the table
Is evil’s very label
It makes it so she’s able
To live life unstable

Offers to dispose of it
But won’t offer to replace
Her intentions are uncaring
Because she’s a sad disgrace

These gestures on the set
Won’t let her mind to rest
Reminds her of regret
Her life’s sad silhouette

Wants to be forever rid
Offers to legislate
Remove parts of our culture
All she does is frustrate

All she can do is take
She will never create
The colors makes her ache
Burning America in her wake

The children are held too long as to not get hurt
So that every generation is more protected and sheltered than the last
The ones that slip by and awaken from mind control
Break free to rethink the limits of mankind, free from the ignorance of their peers
The ones afraid to go too far, afraid to be great
Live forever in animalistic darkness, procreating with a fierce vengeance
To get back at those they shun and try to forget

In the shadow of giants
Those who stood tall and moved mountains
Scavengers feed on their heels
Rending flesh to bone where titans missed
Nothing left to savor
Forcing future souls to roll in their shit

Every ancient ceremony
Where the old and dusty dance and play
One steps too far out of line
Crush their backs below them and bring their skin to flay
Wild wanton “Why not?”’s
Once before death, something older every day
Makes us fret tomorrow
Wearing these dusty old jackets in the name of yesterday

Rally the fever
Bring the crowd pleasers
Grease up their palms
Sling their word bombs
All for what’s hot
Don’t know a lot
But fight anyway
To them it’s just a game

A dusty night in an old shed
We apes dance and sing to the sound of the dead
The barks and screams filling the air
Tank tops holding hundreds and they don’t even care
Stare into the floor of sanguine mud
The rivers of cash flanked by rivers of blood
Lights go out on the killing scene
It may be over but our souls can’t be cleaned

A lifetime of questions
Sent where no one can hear
Where our light is ancient
And our screams have long since disappeared

The questions in oblivion
From a thousand million different voices
The brand of alienation
Brought by being one of a trillion

Those that never made it out
When their skin was yet to be dust
Never learned what their neighborhood was really about
Escape from these tough streets or bust

Every little dream I want to be the best
Cover every angle and I mangle all the flaws
Do it a million times, do it right ’till it’s the best
Then the kid walks in, thinks he lives without sin
Shatters my dream, rips open every seam
No matter what I did to prepare myself for this
My dream dies again up in a hail of flame
Almost makes me think there’s a god to blame

Turn the tube to the ten o’clock news
Making money off of machismo and malice
One after another they send their crews
Steal the images of the sundered palace
One by one they wonder what went wrong
Blaming the best of the beast in everybody
Corpses still warm as our nation they long
Missing the fake good old days their lies embody
Welcome to America, land of finger pointing and bitching
And forgetting rule number one: shit happens

Silky smooth mane ready to shine
Covered in claws that move faster than time
The prey can’t escape when they’re missing legs
Or their beating heart ripped from their chest
Sometimes it’s hard to cheer for you
Especially when the prey is so beautiful, so true