Syndrom of the Millenium
I now know what they mean by freedom aint free
Its been bought and sold as the number one commodity
(pause) since the original dichotimy
A lifeless majority, illusions of morality, devoured by insanity
While the crime lords run the streets
For sakes peats
Run Run baby dear
the time is yet near.
When they'll tear open the sky,
an everyone will fry.
I speak easy knowing I will die. Shove a needle in my eye. I hope to lie.
A radical religion of apocolyptic proportions.
Predicated on macroscopic distortions
This mechanical megalomaniacal masochistic mass movement.
Produces this paradoxical predaceous piss-poor improvement.
I have hewn many briars in my garden, but many are still close.
The noxious weeds quiver in the fiber of their being as I draw near
I am a root striker, and I am HERE!