There’s something innocent in thought Theories of what’s not caught in the web Vanish to the back Knotted after tied in the hot headed Hard to not get in bed Wedded to the beliefs of the dead when its fed daily But instead what we mean seems to flee us Jesus died for no reason, see us Beating, mistreating each other even when we don’t mean to We can’t help, we’re helpless and selfish Hope for better version of ourselves to shuffle through So we stop hurting each other to do the things we want to do But it’s senseless, we can’t stop even if we wanted It’s who we are, it’s who we’ve been, it’s who we’ll be The monsters we don’t acknowledge Degrees wasted from college Knowledge lost at every turn, at all costs Lodged in our souls the demons we hope don’t grow Ignoring them, we don’t know They’re slowly taking control Blinding our sight, ruining our lives Driving the ride down the hill with the lights off While we’re hopped on pills denying its part of us Fighting to destroy the world we’re tried to build Darkness we’ve tried to conceal reveals itself to have always been real as hell A president that won’t chill but stays cold Bold messenger birds deliver blue messages which hurt the innocent youth, the immigrant too We don’t know what to do Media buries the truth and we just believe what they want us to Pin us against one another because we don’t bother to fact check each other We’re monsters just like our four fathers
A political lyrics examination of history repeating itself and the denial that we are the reason and cause.
Classic tragedy He, the bastard be Disaster piece In fact, lets see What the ratchet snatched with bad habits Lasting past due dates and black magic Bewitched, that son of a bitch has us He laughs at us from atop his tall towers The flaming bush sees planes But they can’t trump the winner of this game This nigga is insane joking with lives in such ways Refrains us from saying shit out of fear it’ll be our turn if we play It’s not the way that it should be But this world runs as a fantasy The one he imagines it to be Put a crown on 45 He’s won as it seems As long as we don’t act These words remain fact Remain intact during his everlasting attack on our values and past Erasing what we have just to grow his fucking stack Chasing bitches to grab by the pussy And we bitch, but we also laugh We’re half the problem as to why he’s where he’s at But we’ll never admit to that We’ll never admit to that
As the internet continues to behave as the trashcan where we throw our opinions our collapse becomes more obvious from a distance.
Jack vents in this angered piece. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Many of us exist in a perpetual denial of our own design. Screaming at each other, it’s unclear if its for change or to disperse the pint up energy. Casting blame in every direction of what we feel most guilty of. Unable to control these impulses.
And we continue, and continue, and continue, and nothing ever changes.
The ever increasing rage of society which began with the children which felt neglected and voiceless, like a plague contagion spread to the adults and the elderly. But it’s never real. Our virtual personas are the monsters. In person, we’re too coward to make the same stands, but behind the safety of our electronics we find it justified to diminish the life of another. Because they aren’t real. Because we’ve never met them. Enlightened or not. With reason or not. We believe we are justified in a pursuit. The world must know what we know, and believe what we believe the way we believe it. Because we believe it.
We’re unable to stop. It’s who we’ve become. The pause button was lost when we gave up on developing our voices in person and now even the elderly behave like children, simply trying to disperse this brokenness we’ve been handed.
There’s no fix in sight and the rain clouds will make it over the hills soon. They’re coming our way. We’ve never seen an umbrella so there is no protection. We’re stuck screaming.
We murder and enslave over who’s dirt is who’s, then fear crossing imaginary lines. Yet, we allow the children to starve and the sick to die having all the resources. We cast blame on each other and deceive one another, then struggle to trust anyone’s word. Yet, we riot for truth and shun those who don’t lie so well. We refuse to acknowledge when we don’t, and rather ruin things than confess. Yet, we hold guns, make mistakes and send each other into cages knowing we weren’t ready.
I’m going to flip the shit if they crack another motherfucking whip Can’t handle it when I can’t spit Rambling blazed for days Holding a fucking clip Shit stays the same way It’s making me sick Staring down barrels drunk Like we’re outta luck In stasis sterile faces that won’t quit Cages mistake small kids Taken away They can’t be seen It seems history repeats it’s scenes Screams don’t stop the suit’s schemes We should be ashamed Turn the cheek and sneak away Cell phone in hand Selfies behind screens Eyes on ‘em like laser beams Hit record on that cam Life the video game It’s our mask while we hide in the dark We’re Batman All going insane Yelling the same phrases night and day No response It’s like that No one listens and things don’t change Deranged, we keep playing the same way Won’t fight back Maybe someone brave will stand and save the day But every time we call the hero someone ends up shot It’ll happen until we’re down to zero The Great Subtraction in action This extinction event is meant so we can’t repent When the end comes through The end meant for those that won’t do What they want us to do The way they want us to That’s just for me and you