Identity Pt. 2

So make no mistake; we will not be fake in our claim to emancipation; this is an initiation to an empirical alliteration; lyrical annihilation to this clerical abomination; this world's under spherical domination; a miracle is what you need; if you plan not to heed; youll plead and bleed if you dont listen to what weve said; you're a creep you're dead; you're asleep in your head; if you dont admit to the sins you plan to commit; you'll have no choice but to submit; your statues have been erected; and yet you stand corrected; your rules rejected; your fools ejected; and were protected as you're dejected; never respected that saying of the wise; that the windows to your soul are through youre eyes; yet you close the curtains with all those lies and we're clouded up with all the cries; its time we smash through the glass panes; crash through the tear stains; and fear rains onto this house of pain; this glass home; dont throw stones in this shattered Rome

We'll plant your face into the ground and harvest the fruits of our labor; too long have we been under your bloody boots and sabre; do us a favor and cut off the roots to your power; this is the spring; this is the hour; a corrupted king; youve turned sour; proved to be a coward; let the cries ring aloud as you cower; and these blooms come to flower; boom down goes the tower; drown all the liars; kill all their leaders; burn them in fires; as this world teeters;

As I read their propaganda stanzas; I can’t stand it how much these bandits have stolen; I don’t understand how they’ve abandoned every last soul that they weren’t able to enroll in their bandwagon; they’ve taken roll call and they found me lagging in their support; they can report me; they can deport me; they can board me up; hang me from a cord way up; play me a chord hold up; save me a word as this world folds up; I swear we’re about to implode; as all these cries start to explode; all these lies overload; an expense we can’t afford; a pretense of our own accords;

So listen to the din of the battle-ground; the sin of our governments; the ring of the metal rounds; the greed of the establishment; we bleed as they lament; we need political management; critical banishment; puff we vanish in smoke; hush the truth teller has spoken; a rush the floodgates have broken; all hells loose; a tightened noose;

We are invincible; indivisible; incomprehensible are our aims; unequivocal are our pains; hypocritical are their campaigns; and yet we rise out of our ashes like a pheonix from flames; we surge like a tide in these gory games; we stride as lightning flashes to make our gains; until our legs collapse in renewed pains; abused brains; break the backs of the blind and burn thier canes; learn thier ways and know that its only the faithless that pray;

I dont know where to begin to make ends meet; but I think I got about ten feet of fire; twenty feet of sleet; and when Im done with that it all repeats; I need to be quick; this smoke is thick