Mullet and a Popscicle.
I feel like destroying monuments of dead presidents today. I am pissed at the institution and the establishment today. It is days like these that I feel at my most liberal. Far left. Terrorist left. I keep my face in Ideology, I go to work to make money. I like serving, because I feel like its bartering for favors. If others work, I serve them. They give me money for fetching. Thats what servers do. They pour it on just right. I am paid to get shit for people. I am tipped to establish what they want, bring shit to them in a timely manner, keep the bullshit light. fetch them drinks from the fountains. One lady whith a kid and her friend was drinking beers at 11 sharp. I am doing the legwork that most people just dont want to do. Their leisure time, is my time to shine. The eye atop the pyramid is open and awake for sure. I am watching you fucker.
Three choices. one bullet. one trigger. guess who gets to pull
it.
One leader. a thousand slaves.
For every throne theres a thousand graves.
Youre all the same. just part of their machine.
Perpetuate their dream.
They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls.
They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls.
til your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create.
Or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you fucking
hate.
But Im not the same. Im not part of your fucking machine.
Ill jeopardize their dream.
Id rather be imprisoned in a george orwell-ian world
Than your pacified society of happy boys and girls.
Id rather know my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash
And where to point the fucking blame.
One future. two choices. oppose them... or let them destroy us.
Three choices. one bullet. one trigger. guess who gets to pull
it.
One leader. a thousand slaves.
For every throne theres a thousand graves.
Youre all the same. just part of their machine.
Perpetuate their dream.
They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls.
They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls.
til your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create.
Or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you fucking
hate.
But Im not the same. Im not part of your fucking machine.
Ill jeopardize their dream.
Id rather be imprisoned in a george orwell-ian world
Than your pacified society of happy boys and girls.
Id rather know my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash
And where to point the fucking blame.
One future. two choices. oppose them... or let them destroy us.