I weep, for the naïvety of martyrs
Those that bear great weight that only gets harder
But with every step, they feel they push farther
Until their legs are sliced off as they start to feel taller.

I apologize, but I think we are vile
When death knocks on your door the brave men can all smile
Until their remains are organized into a pile
We approach the gas chambers in single file.

You can bury my heart down at Wounded Knee,
Where mothers cry and children flee
The rich laid claim on all the land they could see
They sought revolution but the Sioux weren't free.

White males easily succumb to their greed
Laughing uncontrolled while the innocent bleed
You can mourn their passing with your apostles creed
At least when warriors fall in battle, in death they are freed,

From all the filth, upon this desolate earth
We **** for monetary paper yet what is it worth?
I hope a ghost kills the machine in a single burst
I have seen truth in the darkness and I long for rebirth.  

I fear I have become lost in infinite totalities
Those that drain away my vigor and vitality
I feel that existence is nothing more than a parody,
And that we are the source of ultimate  hilarity.

I have sought to transcend, with zealous fervor
But I fear that my wisdom has become lost in the server
I can't earn her respect any more than I've hurt her
Destruction of love is something far worse than ******.