I think it's time we slit some ******* throats.

Let's bring back the democratic edge, let's take oak desk, blue suit gutless mouth pieces of outdated racism and sexism and show them how the French speak.

They don't speak for the American people, they speak for themselves.
They don't speak like me because if they did, we'd both be in favor of the guillotine.

We live in a first world country with second rate customer service and everyone walks around acting like everyone else is the problem and we deserve five stars.

I see fifty on a flag we keep letting down and they still have the ***** to claim they're doing what's best.

Let's wrap this up and wipe the floor with these husks of people, put em to the blade and let's see whose willing to die for what they believe in.

Soldiers aside because they've given enough- and keep giving, yet these same blue suit ***** would rip away their benefits and call em heroes to their face.

They say "we care about people" tell that to the homeless, the mentally ill, the immigrants who are only finding resistance.

Let's bring out the dead cart and clear out the dead wood, we have progress to make and this is slowing it down.

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. Thomas Jefferson,
How many patriots have died? We need to balance out the scales and bring in those diplomats who have forgotten the constitution.

You voted for a criminal, stand by that. It'll be easier when we wheel out the equalizer. Don't hide behind your **** mickey mouse mascot.

This is the time for the blood of tyrants and lairs, of traitors and thieves, of criminals and unethical politicians to water the trees.

You pledge to a piece of paper, retake that in front of the straight razor.

Sign in red on the dotted line, it's a blood bound contract with your life now on the line. Uphold the betterment of the country and you'll walk just like, but sell out for the party you favor or the business man you work with and the lost vote or seat will be the least of your worries.

Patriots have been paying full price for too long to keep getting ****** over, let's end political kindness for now and get mean.

You want to "talk tough", do it in front of the guillotine.

Starman taking off, over Venus and to Mars, I get lost up in the stars.

Command has their doubts but I have an urge, so into the black above I travel, explorer of the unknown. Countdown to history.

Looking back down to something I knew, something now far beyond my reach as I reach to the stars and go home.

Home beyond the void and here we go, Sail into dreams, sail into dust.

Stardust and red dwarf and here we go, mission control gets cut off, we're in charge now, doing what we do going home, leaving the blue behind as we head into the void, each wearing their pride on a sleeve of Red White and Blue.

Light a cigarette, final time to say goodbye, and I'm gone.

Now I don't wanna do what they say, wanna create and destroy and do it my way.

And I don't wanna follow the rules they play, make believe my own game and win it my way.

Art heart
Bleeding Starts
where to start- I don't know where it stopped.

Stopped at the top
Bottom back again- I'm welcomed back and back at it again.

Now I tried to play and follow their rules,
Ending up acting like a fool
So I carved myself out of stone, sat on a tree stump and called it a throne.

I burn the forest down to bring new life from the underground,
force those above to run for the hills

They pop pretension like  intolerance pills.

Kings and Queens, empires fall.

Presidents and slaves, both obey.

Bite the leather and cure my sin, bite the hand that feeds for it feeds poison so we stay weak, weak under her command.

submission with a mission to control the ***** of man.

Angels of lust with demons of ****** attachment.

Leather Gimp so I am, bite the whip and pray to the ***.

Mistress Mistress, claim your prize. Tame the shrew, control your sexuality, man of clay, golem.

Man of straw, burn him
Man of stone, deface him
Man of bone, break him
Man of man, castrate him.

We are slaves.

We are granted control by the whims of others, we are others who grant us control.

Puppet rulers of control, thus the sub becomes the Master, thus the leash biter becomes the whip hand.