Monday, January 10, 2011

Class It Up

(thanks to Alex for the image)

You can chip away the fragments of my skull

But don't be disappointed when all you find is tinfoil

It's conscientiously dreaming above your laws

Free of your failed economy and contagious dyslexia

My motive is behind suits and fancy desks

Tyranny cannot be overthrown with simple protests

Violence is the only thing these bastards understand

They'll say I'm a murdering coward, that I'm unstable

When this political wasteland has been unbalanced for years

An eye for an eye and a piece of steel for a figurehead

If I had my civil rights than this message would've never happened

The literate thinkers will awaken to the new currency

And I will stay here, dreaming and pleading the fifth

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