Sold out to the man, the machine The ruling class faceless monster With arms that reach around the globe Devouring, subjugating, raping the land And all that stands upon it
Masters of control Demons of deceit Wolves in sheep’s clothing They come to destroy the independent man
With no soul and no body to imprison They come like dense fog on a cold rainy night They come without regard for life or limb They come to own the very air we breathe
Our common lands bought and paid for In blood, sweat, tears, pain, and death
They have intercourse with devils To own and control the very strand of life Of every species of the planet
They have the power to buy and sell the rain To own the water that lays upon the ground Beneath our feet
Like slithering worms in dark, dingy, deep mud We the wage earner Blind, ignorant, and hungry for more We bow down and worship the machine Like crazed animals in some cage of ecstasy and orgy We feed at the trough of disgust
Our bodies run cold with these mindless manifestations Synthetic sluts we have become
Pill crazed consuming maggots Left to die and rot with the aftermath Of this massive gangbang
Duped into believing we are free Content with our stipend Terrified at thought of revolt We walk blindly into the light of darkness We squirm and quiver in our comfort zones
We have submitted ourselves to these false gods These ruling class pimps
We are whores ready and waiting To be completely consumed and controlled
Who will come after us What will they say of these unspeakable perversions
The prophet speaks The black horse has arrived The artist cries out The poet mourns
The ground is getting closer We are in free fall Prepare to die I hope on your feet fighting And not on your knees in submission
© Kiler Davenport 2010
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