I don’t discriminate, Because I hate them all the same. So I won’t advocate, For how they all just push the blame. Our minds have been set, On their two-tone point of view. But the T.V. probably disagrees, ‘Cause I’m not a damn fool. “God is my puppet now.” “& heathens are not allowed.” “Judas is a saint to me.” “‘Cause John could never break his leash.” We wanna die for a reason, & our hate is reason enough. But our leader’s open malfeasance? - Uncontested. We wanna kill for a reason, & their will is reason enough. But our leader’s open malfeasance? - Unimportant. Our rules don’t apply to them. You’ll get no acknowledgment. We’re tools not to be let in. But I’m not a damn fool.

Killers; That can’t be found. Liars; That make no sound. I’m bleeding you dry ‘cause it trickles down. I’m bleeding you dry ‘cause it’ll trickle down. Gonna piss on your livelihood, & lie for your vote. Then burn all your assets, & leave you to choke. & if you don’t elect me, You’re the worst that’s ever been. So all my constituents will murder immigrants. I look good. In my suit. I feel good. When I’m preaching in absolutes. My T.V. told me that the ‘good guys’ never lose. My L.C.D. said that I can always trust the news. We’re comfortable, lazy, so stupid and complacent. & we’d disagree with anyone for Goddamn entertainment. Gonna piss on your livelihood, & lie for your vote. Then burn all your assets, & leave you to choke. & if you don’t elect me, You’re the worst that’s ever been. So all my constituents will rape your fucking kids. I’m bleeding you dry ‘cause it’ll trickle down. I’m fucking your life ‘cause it’ll trickle down. VOTE WITH A GUN. RIP OUT THEIR TONGUES. THESE LIARS & RAPISTS & MISCREANTS SHOULD BE HUNG. They all piss on our livelihoods, & lie for our votes. Then burn all our assets, & leave us to choke. There is no lesser evil, & no such thing as truth. We’re bound and gagged, dragged around, and used as fucking tools. Does it feel good? Masturbating the snake in a suit? Does it feel good? When espousing in absolutes? A clenched fist won’t work too well for shaking hands. A clenched fist won’t work too well for making friends. -By their design.

(Woof) John hides his face from the Earth, ‘Cause their thoughts and views have no worth. Pushed out, Beat in, Life’s Sentence. John saw his shrink yesterday, A good dog won’t disobey. Tough luck, Get fucked, - On top the bed you made. Assigned a number, He carves it on his face. Shoved in the back of line, Where it’s futile to plan escapes. Please don’t forget it, Never misquote the script. So listen up my friend, & get back in line, you bitch. They’ve been crying to me like I’m someone who cares. A manufactured concern is their only affair. So quit bitching to me like I’m someone who’d care. ‘Cause this world is shit, and it’s all unfair. John checks the news every day, but The bad men won’t go away. Tough luck, Get fucked, - On top the bed you made. Committed to his role. It’s eating at John’s soul. Good. Dog. John takes his pills before bed, ‘cause He’d rather die than live in his head. John lives to be abused, But no one cares ‘till it’s on the news.