Smack the television around,
that bitch does nothing but lie,
endless bars trying to keep the truth confined.
Smell the bullshit in the air,
blooming on the trees lavender and pink.
The scent of doom,
strangling every chance to climb free,
but we need to push forward,
reach high ground by noon.
Don't give in.
Interchanging false flags,
ascending our misery to the heavens,
little do they know that this day we are the ones who dine victorious!
Do the drugs really dull us down to the point of standing idly by?
Or do they save us from the madness forcing itself upon us?
They will never understand,
this empire is built of sand.
Interchanging minds take control,
thoughts smearing their filthy little hands across our faces,
forcing us down into submission.
Victory will be ours.