Traits; it's the crash in your rates
The cra** move to remove and abate the groove
Wherein the growth-rates of a different race will move
Your soul-babes in this earth/cla**/grade
It exasperates you. The big bully; our Uncle Scam
Calling yourself just a cute tin man
But you're a big machine showing idle hands
Feeding shallow dreams to the same old
Down the pipeline of genes to the great mould
With a heart of gold, Ha!
Funny how the same old tales go stale. Wail!
I reach up and grab the veil;
Hail to those who guard me well, and God as well
I rip off the mask and the dark unveils
Rear its ugly head and its breath smells
Been drinking from the dead well
Where the greed and the violence dwell
And all the bad things that govern hell fell
These are dark times we are born in
When leaders no longer lead
But command the populace into a spiritual fire pit of hell
Ma** murder and ma** suicide is the fate they have chosen
For their eternally loyal subjects
Run, rebel
In peace we should dwell
Not in this ignorance
Insanity, profanity, blasphemy, sacrilege
We follow punks bathed in maladies
Should we run or rebel?
But Life will overcome strife
Right is what's yours by divine right
But only your freedom is divine right?
Freedom to choose your dues in your own eyes
Freedom to lose
Freedom to choose your rules in your own kind
Freedom to choose your own mind
Freedom not to choose
For how you live shows just as well, how you don't
And if you can't say No than don't. f** it!
When you read beyond the lines
And you creep behind the lines;
Tap into the intent behind the dirty minds
You may choose to remove that blind from your eyes
Realized it's not worth to be one of their kind
You pa** the test
You might as well just then cash the check;
The one that reads sell out. Then pack your bags
Turn your work clothes into dirty rags
And with them start the fire of what came to pa**
Well you can Run, or you can Run and rebel
Against the word that's the drone
In the peace you should dwell
These greedy beasts cause all kinds of hell
Backed up by the faith that they're doing well
Backed by the belief that we're just as well
Working to pay. We slave; working to buy, still wanting
Reaping the desire that they sowed
To keep the money running
You know they won't give up
And this world will only change when we all grow up
We learn the Spirit ways or we ma** destruct
Go back to the beginning, and start again
To learn the wisdom in the heart again
And learn to listen to the words of them;
Touched by the spirits
We'll learn to swim before we learn to crawl
Before we learn to walk before we learn to run
And learn that all is but the word of One
The One Great Spirit
Speaks through everything in Nature. It warns...
Run, rebel
In peace we should dwell
Not in this ignorance
Insanity, profanity, blasphemy, sacrilege
We follow punks bathed in maladies
Should we run or rebel?
If you don't agree then walk
And if you can't be free than walk
And if you can't be a**ed than walk
To the urn, then burn; Walk
Don't Give Up