These are my words of wisdom, This is my gift to an open mind
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This is my footprint in your ass, This is the anger that screams from my lungs
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This is the revolution, This is the essence of chaos
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This is my middle finger to the status quo
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This is my voice screaming, "fuck you" to the religious right"
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This is my hand, this is my foot, these are my vocal chords
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The revolutionists are dead and have been replaced. Politicians in sensible shoes.
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Televangelists with Rolexes. Rock stars sucking contemporary radios cock for airplay and a Benz.
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Television to replace peyote. Pop to replace a war cry.
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This is bias. This is a whore in a Sunday dress. This is window dressing for defeat.
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This is the death rattle for free thought. This is where the end begins to take shape.
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My Revolution was defiance. In every word, In every motion, In every lash of my tongue,
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In every middle finger obscene gesture screaming fuck you!
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I'm losing my inhabitations, Losing my illusions, Losing my hope, Losing my control, Losing my mind.
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I'm running through streets naked raving screaming, naked before nature, before man, before god,
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slinging my cock in the face of my creator and asking the American dream to get on its knees at gunpoint.
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This is revolution, this is chaos
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This nation, this planet, this existence has hobbled me. Has laid waste to my imagination.
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Has given titles to my creativity. Has ignored my madness.
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Has cut my tongue and my throat and my wrists, has smiled at me
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Submlinal Homicide
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| Stuck In Kaos |
