New words using an age old metaphor for pre judging
"The cover and the spine made a promised there would be beauty in the words
But when we looked inside sheets were torn and the pages were all blurred”
I scream to get to know you
Then I bleed to disown you
read my interview for rock britain. more secrets slip out…
So in the dark of the night I wrote some words, call it poetry if you will, inspired by some madness I read.
This is quite unusual as there is no song yet but just the flow of words.
Oh Great America..
And they say guns equal safety..
More guns, more guns, don’t you dare wake me
from this beautiful American dream of freedom, liberty & democracy?
Leave the weak to die on your streets, Elders waste away with nothing to eat.
Out of sight out of mind from this picket fenced suburbia, all pretend smiles and macho high fives
A twisted pride so inbred from birth
that they would never even question. Is this really the utopia of earth?
Or actually idiocricy, bureaucracy gone mad
From a nation that worships stars on a flag
All just actors on stage USA
United slaves of agony, there will be no Hollywood ending today…
But don’t blame to the talkshow hosts, the corporations own you
They are the ones that dictate your fate, that choice you made was fed, watered and paid for
by these narcissistic creatures with their mannequin like plastic features
victims of culture, the yellow eyed vultures eye their next feast.
oh great america you’re as good as dead, buried, deceased.