Stop looking, maybe try harder and you'll stop looking
You're right in front of you but you always look through
Right on through and you forget about yourself
Leave yourself to handle all the messes and all the lies
They pile right on top of each other and breed up the flies

Oh, child what is wrong with a little commitment?
Stop running, slow down a bit and you'll stop running
You make yourself, you break you down
To the bare and naked truth, you'll find yourself out
And you'll learn that there isn't always time to pout

There will be moments to thrive from the fall
Stop changing, be who you are and you'll stop changing
To edge of the world you'll stand and look over
And you'll see that it goes round and round
You'll never escape it just dance to its sound

Stop fighting, put down your weapons and maybe you'll stop fighting
Why is there a need for you to make enemies?
The power is dangerous once you've achieved it
You’ll seek it, it’ll destroy you; it’s the inevitable truth
Before you know it, it's got a hold of all your youth

Trip over the high density of our constant lies
We're all out to break and hurt the non-elite
Words and phrases they never meant a thing but to lure you in
This facade of love that we send soldiers like cattle
Down an assembly line to build and protect
A fake America, burning towers tumbling down
Bellowing the sweet sorrows of victims
Whose screams we replay the audio over and over
To divert you from seeing the real culprit  
We are sick minded human beings with the thirst for enemies
We'll kiss everyone we meet on the cheek
And continue to fake what we tell you we'll be
We prefer a stabbing to the back
Never a full frontal attack
And we have puppets
We'll always find someone to replace the current like the forty four before
The people's memories will fade and burn like corpses caused by the Enola Gay
We''ll drop a bomb to wipe out everything mankind has worked for
Because in the end we do not need peasants
We have everything and everyone else has absolutely nothing
And 99% will lay to waste and ruin in the ruins we leave to burn
We'll pity so we can mislead to false hope
Send small portions of rations to schedule feeding underlings
Flouride in the drinking water to better control
Corruption in the oval office classified, uncovered, never shared
Always kept underwraps, never revealed just a hoax.
Lips to ears do the whispers carry.
A promise for a better tomorrow but a date will never be set for peace
So we keep telling you that it only gets better
And we'll think apologies fix everything
Truth is we meant nothing in the first place
Because we'll keep remaking mistakes that we apologize for
Misery is our job
Eating and breathing and surviving on the pain of lower humans
Like clothed animals rampaging through a corrupt society
So we'll let the people let their guard down for a quick second and us, vultures
Will devour them quick in that moment
To find you are empty inside,
We've starved you of what you've needed
Because all along, and everything we've ever done
we never realized once you've all revolted
this 1% would surely fall to pieces.

even the kindest of honeybees will be crushed under the weight of rubber and cloth, a man lacking consideration, appreciation; though he has motivation for the adaptiation of our world in his view, when he steps upon that which composes our earth it is our cue. I know, my friends that condemnation is not what we’d like to see for our nation and as we yearn for preservation while our knowledge moves t’ward annahilation we acquire starvation, gain taxation, and yet we do not question our nation. I will do nothing less than scream liberation; yes, the time has come for our salvation.

This nation
once fought
for its liberty,
its redemption,
its freedom.

Now it sets all its
rights aside
just because those who reside in this nation
simply lost the fire
that once burned in their heart.

The freedom that this nations heroes fought long ago
is being disregard.
The countrymen act like the
notion of freedom is nothing.

I dream about the nation this
piece of land used to be.
How nationalistic it once was,
how love used to fill the air.

Now, nothing remains but the memories
of what used to be.
I would honestly rather live and die
in the time wherein this nation fervently fought for its
freedom and its rights, wherein each and every person
loved its homeland, than live today
where apathy rules.

stories in my eyes
fake emotion forced on me
TV rapes my face

I spit words of lava, pouring passionately down my neck and to my toes; sealing me to this place where I stand, stuck in this place where I stand and my words are too firey for people to hear yet too gripping for them to look away.
and from a distance they peer not knowing how my words will quickly engulf and obliterate them, tearing up the roots of their society, the homes of families of lovers of friends demolished by my words;
my words so vehement they chase these people out of town and although I cannot budge from this place where I stand, stuck, I will ensue terror upon those who cross my path and I will burn those who rest too close to I.