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Days of violence, Nights void of silence, Lights and sirens, I stand defiant...
It's days of war, nights of gettin torn
This is where word is born and forcefed
Never aborted or cut short, heads roll when by breath control wrecks their skulls
So just to test the souls of the clueless
Weigh their hearts against a feather like Innubis
They'll never make it to the afterlife of the movement
Taking nothing but memories, leaving nothing but shoeprints
I gluestick the loose lips useless excuses
Quit flapping your gums against your tongues and do this
It's not hard to stop the occupy revolution
believe me you, dude, it's all in the execution
Death of a martyr that didn't give two $#!+$
about the flaws in the cause he was in tune with
DIschord for the tonedeaf and dumb to the conclusions
all for themselves they run from restitution
Dude, man, society's stupid
Building bullets and bombs instead of arrows for cupid
Purchasing apparrel, they don't care about the food for the true kids
Simply view them as a nuissance
Thinking like general welfare's for mooches
Leaching the liquids off society's juices
Concentrate and contemplate sporting their shoes and walk a mile or 2, it just might change your views...it's
Days of violence, Nights void of silence, Lights and sirens, I stand defiant...
But she sings me to sleep, she sings to me "sleep"
Creates me realities she won't let me keep
I dream I'm awake and awake in a dream
Everything's real, Nothing's as it seems
And as the sun sets, dawn rises and breaks
At the same time, I give and I take
I'm perfectly still as the universe shakes
Making no sense as it's dollars I rake in
Unbelieveably blessed, best believe I'm forsaken
Watching "conservatives" and how much they waste
Well, I'm a conservationist that stays wasted
I used to be straight laced till a crooked man laced it
Now I'm just lazy while I hate the complacent
Facing the day while never leaving the basement
Staking my claims while the claiming my stakes
and I've been aiming for grace, but too clumsy to make it
Black ink on white paper, greyness erased it
With pink pearls in lavender lagoons where the waves hit
on a luxury yacht that they made with a slave ship
Emancipate and play David Blain on those chains kids
Neo's the name, this place is the matrix,
I came with the flavor, they labeled it tasteless
I made this creation, they try to break it
So they can replace it with fake shhhhhhh....it's
Days of violence, Nights void of silence, Lights and sirens...Lights and sirens...Lights and sirens....
