Powered matter leaves their origin, Into a land in the distance, Residing in the hearts of children Offering everything but resistance, Exchanging life and his riches For the taste of blood in their kisses.
A child is a sacrifice For what is right In the prophet’s eyes And minds that are blind To the lies that bind His cries and surmise-s. The prophet’s prophecy Is to gain profit from gases More flammable that propane. His fingers, crossed and lost, His veins, lost its blue, His skin, has turns chartreuse With the sight of the new moon.
A new dawn begins With the same sun, Covered by new clouds. Sounds of the innocent, Muffled by the lead they’re Buried in. Their fears of growth Disappear with their sight. But it’s alright, It’s in the name of Liberty, Currency, and Democracy.
Moving along in life looking at all the different stalls I wonder how much it all costs If I could ever have it all What about one smile? What about an extra mile? What about a first love? What about the longest hug? I wonder if I will ever have enough Everything is so expensive I only have so little left Will it really be worth it? What if It was a waste? Something I could never get back I must spend it though Every little bit must be accounted for in the end This precious currency Nothing attained with it can be returned All sales are final Let’s buy this one smile Just one Oops Looks like it was upside down.