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Two to the throne
One brings the bone
Dog’s to the lone
I tell those who are alone
The time isn’t now
It’s time to leave

Selective beliefs flowing downhill
Wading at the bottom in blissful ignorance
Terrified the rain will clear the cesspool

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

Ideas disappear
Somebody owns them
With them goes culture
All in the name of property
All in the name of Benjamin

The black suits all want in
To steal our voices and empty our pens
With blinding righteousness behind us
The fate of our state intertwines us

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

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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