A generation away from extinction
You slaves of lonely self-abnegating sacrificial instincts
You slave of slaves
Aiding in the acquisition
Paying for existing
With terror and slaughter
Slaves of the capitalists
Mystic fear of consequences
No sense of faith
No sense of direction
A love of drudgery
Only the paranoid survive
Courted by incapacity..

So cryptic, almost meaningless.

Government murdered minds and spirit
With ruin upon ruin
As indefensible as infanticide
The blood of the seed
Ignorant and free
A volcano of revolution
In a state of civilization.

Gypsy