There's 6 million ways to die 6 billion ways of life With trillions in spikes The consequences of suffering is tight
The whole is different from the parts So go and shoot the darts at arts With the greater truth lost in faults & lines of earthquakes made up of chalk
The black and white make a picture With questions and answers Signed, sealed, delivered, to manufacture The guns, the pins, and then the triggers
Because the flicker of the red line Attracts the dead signs in crime But it's all put there by design & As such is inclined to drink red wine
To drink away the influences The static mother message To save you from wreckage But still you can't accept it
So you keep marching on To the beats and the arms Of the tons and the laws Of the builders of structures hulls
But the ship of the manifest destiny Is making these darker lovers weep But not to sweep them off their feet Because they still got tags to meet
So at that time it's ****** ****** By someone you've never heard of Brothers and sisters dying is the motive To make you strike allegiance and devotion
To the machine, you know what I mean? That thing that clings to the righteous means Of fighting the things that light their springs On fire so their likeness is scorched and diseased
With no more jumping from danger We all pledge allegiance to the stranger Weak and meek boil over to anger And the cycle repeats it's very nature
In other parts of the globe Demonstrations as they poach The thoughts that revoked The morals that they approached
The oak of the one mind of life Fires and rolling tires fill the night Senseless mobs to LA riots, right? The ship ends with ghost after fights
The consequences of suffering scenes More terrible than any uttering dreams The differences make the different mutter things The majority stomps out the minorities and ruptures spleens
But maybe Cleopatra can get a handle However at this time King Arthur is out of samples The Great Alexander is even out of answers And we can't count on Mayans with their calendars
So I say burn it all down The future isn't known They can try to keep you down But they can't touch your soul
Melt all the luminescent gold And use it to shower the poor 6 billion humans on the Globe Like I said, the future isn't known
Because it's not televised, But going against is ill advised, So as one could surmise, This is a butterfly, Leaving a web of lies, And finally making its long awaited flight...
The consequences of suffering: The palm of the outstretched hand will strike.