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Date Posted: 00:50:07 04/18/02 Thu
Author: The Serpent
Subject:

Damnit!!

Well, I'm close to getting a few of my songs on the net, but it's complicated. I can't upload 'em to webpost, but I think I might be able to upload some of 'em to geocities. It's weird, but I'm close. I didn't have time to upload anything to geocities yet, and it took an hour for webpost just to tell me they couldn't upload one song.

Anyways, I just got home from a show, so I'm kinda tired.

Oh, and Lona, I'll be writing you an e-mail tomorrow!

Okay, here's something...

High Society

This patriotic shame is all the same. With lies; they dice and maim. To keep everyone playin the same ol' game. We've been trained to hang ourselves on corporate shelves.

Yes.. we are meant to work hard and strive just to stay alive. But not for you -- I got pride. I've torn down your flag, and put it aside. There's another system out there where the people reside, where the machine can't hide.

You got control cuz you spread lies. You got it where the people don't realize. You set up the America Dream as though it's a prize.

It's no longer the size of your heart that matters. It's what gets you rich and fatter While we watch people's blood splatter on the news. Do we choose separation that fuels this operation of patriotism's clatter?

It's either slavery or autonomy. But don't get the wrong philosophy. What's "right" for you may be "wrong" me. There's a great big world for us to see. But you judge it by the system and your mission that has me wishin you could clear your vision, so you could see the forest for the trees But patriotism is your disease. I'm asking for another system where the people rule it, please.

Cuz, see, to me, it's the key to this penitentiary. It's the key to overcoming this invisible yolk of slavery -- your clockwork, stay alive, mentality. But every day is a battle, see. It's a war called peace.

We're dealing with a system that needs to work some bugs out, or maybe it doesn't want to because maybe it's got you right where it wants you.

But, not me, you see, again, I've burned your flag on the pole. I'm over it,,, your mind control. Your life of strife without parole. Your system straight sold it's soul. Your machine is full of rust. In God We Trust, what a bust. Your liberty is full of lust (the people) just disgust.

Now, don't get me wrong.. the ten Commandments are cool. See, once upon a time, I too, believed in the Golden Rule.

Now, this nation's dwindled, so the truth got swindled, and got tossed the fuck out the window.

It's time for some realization not fuelled by media manipulation, but the manifestation of the last generation. Salvation with liberation,

Fuck your pensions
If you're paid -- pay attention
Teachers of this land
You're all on detention
You failed to mention
About this everyday struggle,
Placed me in a bubble
But it popped on the double,

Now you're in trouble
Cuz I'm older now
I'm bolder now,
Man, I'm a soldier now

I've been raised to blaze
In the simple place,
Like a greyhound's race
To brace this disgrace

I've seen people starved
Till there's no life left,
I've seen heads kicked in
For the words that they've said

Police crackin skulls
With no questions asked,
A suicidal shot
From a shotgun blast

And now..

You had nothing to do
With the ones that they stopped , And now..

You had shit to do
With the ones that they dropped, And now..

You had nothing to do
With the land that they got and stole,

Believe me motherfucker
I see through your mind control

I won't drown in your society
Lies -- Lies --
Based on a religion's fee
A price to pay in this land of the free..
Why won't they just let me be?
It's a high society

Of course I think
This system's full of shit,
They say "In God we trust",
You're a fuckin hypocrite
Crooked politicians
Lying out their ass
Money hungry whores
Behind doors -- smokin grass

No trust in the nation
No trust that we're placin
Spendin all the money
On the fuckin' immigration

Yeah, but money don't mean shit to me
It grows on evil trees
It breaks up families,
It's more like a disease

It causes tension
Did I mention?
It's the government's invention,

Currency -- for only twenty bucks,
You can make a daughter suck
Or another hooker holler

With just a dollar
Can turn a boy into a "baller"
And watch his chips stack taller

You'll see all or nothin
In this game of survival
A contradiction
To your man made Bible
Another invention
To destroy our connection
Your hypocrisy is just another addiction

So they can read
Their money hungry bible
But I don't need a bible
For me to stay tribal
To keep a moral fiber
To feel there's something higher

I won't drown in your society
Lies -- Lies --
Based on a religion's fee
A price to pay in this land of the free..
Why won't you just let me be?
It's a high society

Why won't you just let me be?
It's a high society

Now, a nation that's stolen can never be golden. Compassion's not true in this shallow amount of ruin.

Modern industry. The industrial complex. A system of no balance, and not enough checks. Disease bred and transmitted through sex.

A revelation, but I'm wishin. Can you pay the tuition? Can you make the grade? Is life really all about getting paid? Money can't buy something buried in a grave.

Slave driven -- unforgiven. The more you make, the better you're livin'.

So it's all role-playin. Playin roles. Grave diggers diggin' holes. A genetic strain that is passed down through years of pain.

So, the cure you seek, for the mentally weak, is just the norm. As we weather the storm and take care of our mother. You say, "it's conform or suffer." I say take care of yourself and one another. Fuck big brother.

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Webpost isn't big enough -- Lona, 15:25:22 04/19/02 Fri