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Shout at the glass doors! Shatter them in their perfect frames Grind bones to dust with your voice Gather the sand in ziploc bags Proposition the black hole souls of school children Who smoke tailpipes in the night Shine the light for those who are blinded Minds melted by magnified microwaves Bodies controlled by the corporate implants Little colored pills whisper commanding sweet nothings in ears Hearts hang heavy with deep-fried dreams Lungs crack, blackened with street tar rolled in tire rubber Muscles wither in front of the mind-numbing Tel-Lie-Vision Eyes milky, cloudy, blinded by federally funded sludge Distributed, rained onto the people; the end all, cure all Shrouding sight so the frightful seems pleasant So I write visions on pages they'll never read Burn them alive and send smoke signals they'll never see but will always be able to smell
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Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
American Dream
Shout at the glass doors! Shatter them in their perfect frames Grind bones to dust with your voice Gather the sand in ziploc bags Proposition the black hole souls of school children Who smoke tailpipes in the night Shine the light for those who are blinded Minds melted by magnified microwaves Bodies controlled by the corporate implants Little colored pills whisper commanding sweet nothings in ears Hearts hang heavy with deep-fried dreams Lungs crack, blackened with street tar rolled in tire rubber Muscles wither in front of the mind-numbing Tel-Lie-Vision Eyes milky, cloudy, blinded by federally funded sludge Distributed, rained onto the people; the end all, cure all Shrouding sight so the frightful seems pleasant So I write visions on pages they'll never read Burn them alive and send smoke signals they'll never see but will always be able to smell
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Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
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