Addiction

Go ahead
drive the knife further
You know you wanna hurt her
Ain't nothing fun about quick, painless murder

Watch her scream and burn with each twist and turn
like a writhing worm, thats soaked in salt

Poetic assault
through gruesome verbs and words of grime
chiming a rhyme through space and time
to you guys
who don't know if these are gory lies
or confessions of homicide

Go ahead, call the cops

Tesify as a witness
it means nothing in this sort of business
Judge and jury won't deter me
they'll turn ears and eyes aside
for cash or bribe

Like dogs on a collar
they can be yours for the American dollar
A mechanical machine fueled by greed and green
remote controlled from behind the scene

Perhaps it's time to rewind the relapse
repair the synapse
and prepare the mind
for all attacks and traps

Just follow the tracks -
and my syntax; understand it you will -
fill, with regret and sorrow
for the days of tomorrow

Our destructive nation
raped and pillaged
diminished, by self-inflicted desecration

This beautiful earth spat on
in it's face
by the human race
the very same place that gave us birth
provided us with dirt
and stones to build our homes.

We're drowning in the wealth of life itself
but still content we've never felt
We fight like animals for land and power
through handguns and explosive powder

and say,
"that's the name of the game;
kill or be killed.
Can't have freedom if no blood is spilled."

We're a walking contradiction
with addiction for self-affliction
Saying we want war to be good and done
Yet we throw our sons behind the barrel of machine guns

Praying that their souls
will reach the gates of gold
A safehold
where peace and love
trumps grease and blood

Seeking a ruler under which we can all unite
but the hold of darkness is much too tight
It calls our name
promising gold and fame
and the dubious illusion that we can gain the throne

To each their own
a simple fee it shall be
It's an easy pay
all that's required is you do as I say
Take this knife and
for each slice you dice
you up the price

So go ahead
drive the knife further
You know you wanna hurt her
Ain't nothing fun about quick, painless murder

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