Sunday, July 27, 2014

Wasteland

We're closer to the cool night air
The sun searing empty horizons
We're slower to raise our fists in the air
Our eyes tearing as the smoke rises

Burn mother fucker
For all the truth you sold
Not a single fucking penny
Made it's way back home
We fought and we loved
We sought and we lost
We chain smoked our way
Through her pain and our lust

Now the country is kicking
A plagued planet slipping
Into retirement and Alzheimer's
Will you ever forgive me
Will we ever start living
Wil we ever stop giving
Our blood and our bones
To God and Country

Burn mother fucker
Chant the doe-eyed children
A year past lawlessness
And this is what they're learning
Will we ever escape
The remainder of the day
With radiation clouds forcing
Tears where they shouldn't be

Years from now will they call this
The Great Desecration
Will we open our wallets
And beg the almighty dollar to stop this
Or will we continue
To destroy the venue
Did our last great performance
Die along with the truth

We're closer to the cool night air
Than we've ever been
The poison-filled atmosphere
We've created

Burn mother fucker
Because the world demands it
Because this is your sentence
Your verse and your penance
The sins we've committed
Cannot be forgiven
Burn mother fucker
Just because we did.

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