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Apr 2013
What more can be said in a dream when the world is a nightmare stream?
The great golden papers are being shredded
Open your eyes
All the mountains and ashes from the buildings in your dreams
Are now here for all of your eyes to see
The unseen men with no names
Watch us swallow each other whole as they control our stage
The public are desensitized, for with no more truths, you might as well believe the lies
The false idols are henchmen for something much bigger
Entertainment, the great distraction, helps us forget it won't be long
Before another pulls the trigger
The endless wars, our own worst enemies
Are the ones we have been fighting for
How can we comprehend, as We The People,
That our caste system: The poor, middle, upper, and Beyond
Are as One, All equal?
The Eagle of Freedom flies
Captured by Truth and Justice
Starved and caged, slowly he dies
Hand over your hard earned money and citizen rights
Under the flag you stand, next to the great Uncle
Reflections of red, white and blue: Oh, colours so bright!
We are just an experiment, animals in the zoo
We are watched and studied, too
The media and its advertising, the fishing bait
Poisoned by consumption, Trust and don't ask questions
For, as you know, it's the American way
Frankie Gestone
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Frankie Gestone  36/M/Brooklyn
(36/M/Brooklyn)   
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