Cursed by thirst, my purge of words blurt fire fueled from hollowed Earth, stir shepherds herds- to mocking birds, disperse inert minds yearning worth insured that the cure is in the search for something obscure, unheard, and pure but what that is we're still unsure as things continue as they were. These trends depend on which end you spend your time and effort, so don't give in to the monetary lie which is you nor anyone you love can live unless you invest in big businesses and place your worth in dollars and cents, but please realize that none of this fits and it all goes to worship corrupt governments and lobbyist agendas, so don't let them win, as the man on the commercial yells, "you've sinned! give me the last four digits of your pin, or things will continue as they've been!" Star struck narcissist is jarred when their expensive shit-car gets hit hard, watch his tooth-carved caviar cigar fall far, land charred in the sam slums the starved bums cart. Not a head had turned, not a single remark of the disregard, paid for in cash or by card. The parked shards collect like art in the tar, and things continue as they are. Subconsciously you hear in threes, the same way that your third eye sees, so whether or not you're listening to the metaphors that i sing to thee, you're still catching something, hopefully, perhaps a glimpse into what Your sum means... but as for everyone or thing collectively, or the ideas that i am planting verbally, i will not speak, for you don't ask me, for i must not know how these things should be...

Oh, lend me your ears and i'll sing you a song, there are so many things that we've got going wrong, we've been playing the same games for far way too long. we've got to learn when to pack up and move on, and i'll tell you right now, in the event that we don't, then you'll probably be sent to Guantanamo, so don't say that i didn't say so. the new order emerging is drastically needed, but the distrust in our government is too deeply seeded, we've taken for granted words meant to be heeded, and complain about how we're still being mistreated. you can bow down your heads and ask your god why but the answer we're looking for is not in the sky, no, it comes when all the old people die. come new generations, let us rebuild our world where there are no kings or queens, or parliaments or any dominant beings, any race, boy or girl should all be seen the same, no less and no more and if you care at all for this Earth that is ours, then you'll do something now, this minute, this hour, son't hide in your homes, or retreat like cowards, or continue letting criminals have the power. Make yourself heard, and if they don't listen, speak louder. Please understand, at least get the gist, the entirety of Earth is on the endangered list, so if you witness two men kiss, let them kiss, we've got to live and let live, and you're gonna get pissed, raise your clenched fist in this new morning mist and aim your aggressions at the ones who've earned it, if you want things to changed, at least act like you deserve it. Don't follow the stray path society leads, they don't want you to have your own thoughts, don't you think that the media is trying to keep you in your seat? history doesn't always have to repeat, and in order to get where we all want to go, then you've got to get out of your old comfort zone i promise things only get worse if you don't, so don't say that i didn't say so.

its so hard to make a difference in this selfish society, people don't want change unless its in the form of money, capitalism worked for awhile until now, we've got to get rid of the government, but we don't know how, but thats what i'm here for, i've got some insight. we've need to do away with politics to keep all our rights. If everyone quit their jobs and just turned off their tvs and stopped using money, we'll just do things for free. i know it sounds crazy, but just think of the impact if all the people of the world were to regain power back. the government would fall, and there would be no more wars if all the soldiers decided to put down their swords. it was so easy for the rich man to recruit civilian soldiers, but when forced to fight their own wars, now the violence is over how funny there would be no poverty and no minimum wage everyone would be equal, we would all give and gain, there'd be no unequal bargains, and no uneven trade if everyone were as generous, we would all be sustained. there'd be no passports or borders between countries or states, the only laws of the land are don't kill, harm, or take. you can live your life, but keep your hands off of mine. we've got to stop asking the government for things the more they give us, the more liberties they take away and to all the selfish people who i know disagree, take your government elsewhere and let us be free.

Everyone hates the white man the white man is evil although the last time that i checked, its wrong to hate general groups of people. it is politically incorrect, i say the ones who we should hate are the ones who have convinced us that it has anything to do with race. I understand the history, and i can see imbalanced power, But i am telling you that in this day, the skin tone shouldn't matter for that is just another way to separate us so we don't congregate and overtake the corporation that these political parties demonstrate. i hate republicans and democrats, for they both have the same agenda, they just go about them in different ways so as to appeal to all opinions. But the day we take our guns and shoot the ones with all the funds will be the day when we decide just how our candidates will run. Everyone hates the white man, and it is socially okay as if i had a choice when i was born to choose my gender or my race look me in the face and tell me i don't want to make things change and that i'm a sexist, racist child molester who kills when i'm enraged. you have got to see the hypocrisy when you stereotype and generalize. i'm not saying i'm oppressed by any means, i just want to clarify that it is counter productive to assume that every white man sees equality, when i am perfectly aware that things are far from where they've got to be. i shouldn't personally feel the guilt caused by people who sort of look like me, for i am not the one in power, i only benefit from it, unfortunately it is disgusting, and i resent it, but if you hate me for these (uncontrollable) assets, then what makes you any different from the "white man" in that aspect?

Epiphanies and clarities politicians lack hilarity like statues with no liberties conserving all of their energy for behind the scenes, invisibly passing different things in secrecy from the sea to shining sea i'm constantly checking behind me, i'm paranoid of marshal law. citizens are being killed by cops and the only way to avoid being shot don't be black or don't be caught, recently they ruled they don't need warrants for a search, we just keep letting these things happen and its only getting worse but its not the end of the Earth, just the end of this verse. so i'll insert the eye of Horus in to every single chorus because thats what people like, thats what you told me. oh say can you see me through your CCTVs? Juxtapose your voting polls with oil, gasoline, and coal our economic infrastructures digging us a deeper hole, corporations claim that global warming is fake while the media tries to distract us from what right in front of our face you say you want to make change but keep scrolling your Facebook page they've got you where they want you its not easy getting out they've got you cornered...like a hooker you better bring their money now. sure, they've got more kings, but we outnumber them in pawns but its not the end of the con, just the end of this song so i'll insert the eye of Horus into every single chorus cause that's what people like thats what you told me oh say can you see me through your CCTVs?

Growing up where i live, it is hard to get by without contributing to the opposing side. not the republicans or democrats, for they are only just the surface if you can't see past that, you might as well close the curtains. no, i'm talking about the 1% and the ultimate scheme. the government is a tool, and we are the machine. if we're not working, they will fix us up right. they will hammer us and screw us through the dark of the night. they'll laugh tip we bleed out the scripture of the tragic comedy. i don't like fiction, so i rarely read the newspapers, magazines, bibles, and things the world wide web is spun with misinformation its all just propaganda to divide all the nations. if you subscribe, i feel sorry for you when you get left behind for your need to consume. so you eat all the lies fed to you by the news, now your point of view is skewed, and your skulls grown obtuse digesting what they regurgitate like stuffed birds on a plate take the apple from your mouth, throw the grenade back at them don't accept bargains or payouts from these men. they are liars, they'll deceive you, they'll laugh as they stamp serial numbers on your arm in a concentration camp. its happened before, it is bound to happen again.

i've got a nuisance in my head who's got a few cents worth of words i like to pay him by the minute when i revisit hollow earth he won't let me put my pen down tip i'm running out of ink i barely get an opportunity to think or room to breathe... stanzas flying off the page, i've to something to say, i know the ears of those who claim to be awake are led astray. some people create their egos to make them think they're herding sheep when in reality they wake up just to fall right back to sleep. when the blind leads the blind and everyone jumps off the cliff i am the wolf the liar warned you of, and i will not plead the 5th

clarities and epiphanies ring out from beneath the missing keys i try to leave but only tease the concrete balcony under a cotton tree swimming pools and a trampoline dog shit, and a broken swing behing me winter and our frozen gates, holidays, my average grades, all the things my father hates, my childhood there is a creek that runs through my backyard it rises when its raining hard and i saw myself on a tarot card but what do i mean? nothing. crystal balls and a psychic hand stroke the dick of the working man who can't see past a clothing brand or his finances paranoid with no alarms, republicans with their firearms all slaughtered lambs on friendly farms my home town where the psychologists diagnose 'depressed' to rebellious existentialists who experience and second guess the "real world" there is a ladder built to reach the moon and it shadows on your necktie noose which is hanging you from your corporate cube to your wallet they've put your worth next to a dollar sign, now you are how much you make, just a goldfish in a bowl, yeah just a bird trapped in a cage. well if everyone tends to march to the beat of the loudest drum, when your leaders are the problem, you're the sum. its meaningless to try to find any meaning in this life you just define whats underlined. eyes and ears, they come in threes the satellites of reality pay attention maybe one day you'll be free of both of these there is no limit to the subconscious mind, no comfort zones, no boundary lines what you hear or see does not define your sanity. and the sun tends to illuminate everything except your fate and what you'll find beyond your golden gate will resuscitate you and instruments need not be tuned if they're only used to sing the blues as if the only ears to witness truth were in this room people find themselves at ease when its just themselves they have to feed, but the ones who choose to start families are the ones who shouldn't breed. yeah, the incompetent, they procreate, all accidents while the earth rotates, but death is not the worst thing that will happen. subconscious seeds of the universe expanded minds will find rebirth but all life rises from the dirt and is recycled threads of our existence fractal more with each decision, composition that just isn't less than perfect for transition, so as long as i'm imprisoned, i'll keep giving you renditions, but whats the difference when no one ever listens? it's worthless to confide in the seams that have become untied when your frame of mind is a dotted line evil souls, they seem to be hungry for your apathy or whatever falls from your apple tree will be eaten until you cut it down to find the truth but now the hatchet has been used, it is either it or you, one of the two, will be buried and your money tree that always grew, well now its dead and won't produce, the corporate clown is unamused, but is still smiling. the rabbit's foot, a lucky charm handed down to our brothers in arms but the human hand will cause most harm when given power symbolism holds its place like a bookmark between religious pages but no one wants to question their faith or be saved money spends the world around but there are people underground with knowledge far beyond what we have found here on the surface so we build our gods and start our wars for every one we kill, we'll make ten more we'll sell it cheaper than ever before my soul is yours the shepherds pick and prod and burn your wool til you're unclothed, millions just like you line the aisles of the market where you're told "no one gives a shit if you're indecently exposed. you're just a product, and you're already sold." pointless days no longer fun but the end of this will come now that you've found the sum