the 22nd Floor
"There are two types of poetic minds:a safe inventing fables and another ready to believe them"... Galileo Galilei
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My words are wicked,
like an anti~christ system,
making stock money off the people in prison.
Direct action against oppression.
How else are we to get America to listen?
Words living like ulcer,
in the belly of the beast.
An incurable tumor, a destructive cancer.
A hold never to release.
Deadly awaiting,
like the patience of satan.
Verbally masturbating,
until you come to you're senses.
Third eye, optical lenses...
We need to stop burning flags,
and burn their companies!
To go beyond consumer products and amenities.
Shred the rags of an after corporate establishment.
Free trade defiance because we're not having it!
It's law all humans who are making me do this.
Walking with those, all you government Judas!
Law backstabbing, bigot, white power racists,
making pale face believers want to tattoo their faces.
Start making payments,
for the natives and slave ships,claimants!
For any civilization,
built upon oppression.
It won't stop!
the destruction of the planet.
until they pay back all the people they've corrupted.
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This corporate media controls,
our minds with television,
poisioning the planet,
to feed consumerism.
It'S time to beat the sickness of a corparate system,
before they start testing,
on anymore humans.
Reflecting racism of the blood that was split,
getting paid reparations,
manifesting white guilt.
There's children dying,
for the diamonds in a wristwatch,
a government constantly lying,
about the products we're buying.
Guilty hypocrites blinded by their own greed,
lining their own pockets watching others bleed.
Forty dead animals, one fur coat,
cutting rain forests for a burger, fries and coke.
This ain't no fashion!
It's anarchy's passion.
We need to stand up and fight,
well after the guns start blasting,
so one day we might,
have peace everlasting.
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Voices!....I can't handle all this trouble.
Having dreams that are suicidal.
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A mental river of thoughts,
a limited capacity! Drowning.
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Why won't you leave me alone?
Just leave me alone!!!!
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My hands won't stop shaking.
It's you who forced me to deciding.
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Hahahaaaa....shut up!!!
shut up...I've had enough!
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Get out of my head!
Fuck it! I'm better off [click] [click]....
BANG!
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