"I don't think I've had the chance to tell you. But I see charred smoking bodies stacked high in these cities set on fire. Blame yourself. Blame your desires. Blame your thirst for power. There are no leaders, only actors given scripts to read from, handed to them by screen writers who moonlight as patriots. When in actuality they are just mice afraid of getting stepped on, in this glorified battle of good vs. evil. Let this be a warning. While you are sleeping we will be walking these streets hunting for these throats that need to be silenced. We all have lists, and they all begin with the names of every smiling politician. We are a threat. This is a promise...."You Brought This On Yourself "Tell me another one...and another. The sun ain't shining, kid. It ain't shining and you're blind. Close fucking eyes, you'd better take these words like colombian neckties. This is where we're at, and this is the story told with a grain of salt for the open wounds and these locked grooves. The skin is fucking dead. The spirits are fucking gone. Alive and well is for the heartless. And I said I'd never write these words. So that's why I fucking typed this. Welcome to the fold. Here's where we fucking die. And welcome to the world where the kids never stop asking why. Welcome to hell. Your days are numbered. This is welcome home. This is fucking mine...." |