Pope OD VIChaos, United States
I'm disconnected- I'm uninspired-I'm burning in water -I'm drowning in fire
I'm trapped inside my mind-Beneath these piles of stinking life
You use this abuse to keep me conquered-You're so absurdly common
Vacant faces-Brainless strangers
Sputtering, stuttering insect language-I'm the creature you created
Everyday I grow jaded-Calloused and exasperated
If I'll never be loved-Then I'll be hated
I'm one of the Freaks, the faggots,The geeks, the savages, Rogues, rebels, dissident devils, Artists, martyrs, infidels ...
Do we sit still Under attack? Or do we start pushing back?
Never back up -Never back down & FIGHT.
RISE-REBEL-MAKE A FIST-RESIST
I'm human pollution -I covet retribution-I'm just a big mistake -A defect you can subjugate
Your ridicule is just typical antics-Spineless, mindless, tragic, fanatic
Puritan, bigot,Lunatic, hypocrite
To save my soul from disaster- Self-destruction could be the answer
If I'll never be loved -Then I'll be hated
The rudiments have always been misinterpreted during history,
despite the good intentions of many disciples who's faithful believe was strong and unswayed.
Most leaders interpret the old words to their
advantage in the attempt of gaining leadership and power
over those unfortunate enough to fall under their maliciousness and manipulative ways.
This misuse of trust will forever stain the pages of history,
echoing the exploitation and the frailty of decent
men carried away by nurtured rancour...
...I am thy mate, I am thy man, Goat of thy flock, I am gold , I am god, Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks Through solstice stubborn to equinox. And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend Everlasting, world without end. Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan ! Io Pan Pan !
Here's your introduction to destruction & the hate sustaining me,
Are we safer or in danger? Drowning in atrocities?
Riot gear, the slaves are here- Piling corpses high.
Its the rich man's war But its the poor that fight.
More capitalist crimes, More enemies than allies-
No WMD's - who gives a fuck If they die.
Just kill em all - watch em fall Skin the world with their lies.
Its a rich man's war But its the poor that fight-
Stand up- Speak out- Strike back-
They don't know What they started CONFRONTATION.
My religion of resistance, Challenging everything-
Radicals & dissidents Of creativity-
We are the children Of the siege you hide,
In this rich man's war Where the poor just die.
More deception & greed More wars & disease-
More lies from the hive mind That seek to deceive,
A weak nation of need Like silent thieves in the night,
Its a rich man's war But it's the poor that die
Stand up-Speak out-Strike back
They don't know What they started- CONFRONTATION.
This is my
Defy the lies Of the tyrant race
With a fist in the air & a finger in their face!
DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!
There's no Way they Can stop usNow-
So let them try We fight or we die.