We treat our luck like a curse
And still it gets worse
She follows the flow of life
While we submit to a freedom
Which only comes
Once we've closed our eyes
And oh how we are so civilized
The Paranoia
Oh the Pressure
So sure of actions,
Which have never given us pleasure
Smug yet never knowing
Never sure
Too petrified to ever, ever want for more.
A Flare Gun
Sign me up for sacrifice
I want to do something with my life
Instead of being enslaved by ev ery day
Such a quiet resurrection
Rises from the unmarked grave
Just keep your mouth shut
You got paid
Meaning is demeaned
If you had any decorum anyway?
This is so far from what I dreamed
But our ideals have been rarely met
Our longings fade out
And we forget
To stand for something is to be met with a blank face
The standards are so low in this place
To talk beyond is to speak of the unknown
‘Pretentious and ridiculous’, they scoff
As they drag you further below
Kill the Mickey Mouse that lives in your head, it wants your brain for
cheese.
Kill the Mickey Mouse that lives in your head, it wants your brain for
cheese,
it wants to dandify death, it wants to kiss better Armageddon, it wants to
lie
down with your Lion and turn him into lamb, it wants to candify genocide, it
wants to loop a laugh in your soul that will drown out the screams of
bombs
it wants to lead rich rats to your heart , it whistles while they work at
numbing
your righteous nerves, it calls for laughter and pratfalls to be your manifestos,
it fancies dressing you up in red noses and nurses uniforms, while it
bathes
in lemonade champagne and smokes ginger bread cigars, it dances on
each
human rights grave, 'cheer up it may never happen' it squeals, while it
happens
to your family again and again, 'you've got to laugh' it whispers this, insists on it,
it wraps up horror, rape, war, murder, corruption, violence, betrayal ,
poverty,
debt and death, relax your head can take it, it only exists between your
ears,
what are the moaning commies going on about, they just need a good