As the sun died in the background of the autumn trees, the cries ceased. The wind blew across the cold and blistered ground. Her vivid leaves danced in the air only inches above the ground they slept upon.
Well the black man. Workin' on the chain gang. He don't know what evil left behind. We all need to raise a little hell. Before we get to Heaven. Well the farm man pullin' tractors through the sand.
Listen man get out of my life man. Listen man get out of my life man. Get out of my life. How many lies can they tell me to bring me down. How many times can they kick me when I'm down on the ground.
And the olive trees, for the locust devoured them as well. You will not let me die. Why not. The trees and fields have been picked dry yet you keep me here for what.
Hey buddy, that sounds good to me. Hey buddy, that sounds good to me. On this day the sun won't shine and the moon won't rise. Hey buddy, that sounds good.
Can I spread frustration. Without speaking. Without parting my lips. Except to breath?. . I let my actions speak for me. Because my words collided with yours.
I read the words in New York City. Cop shoot cop cop shoot cop. In Los Angeles California I saw a man. I saw a man on the street eating his own straight from his asshole in Chicago Illinois.
Some fuckin' shit ass stole my money. Some fuckin' shit ass. It ain't funny. Well they'll take your soul if you let them and they'll take your money too.
The damage has been done. Listen to the cries of turmoil. As the day continues to rain. You can hear the vocal violence. . Silence the crowd. Words fall short of sound.
I've been around. Seen lots of CITIES, lots of TOWNS. I've been around. Lived in chicago and L.A.. I've been around. But there's one thing I'd like to say.
Your struggles with humanity are disgusting. And your morality is next to nothing. We all watched you tear her down. Everyone watched your ruin, town to town.
Let me rip the throat of your still warm body. Cover my eyes with the blood of lying fool. A person you sought after innocence in my arms. A person you took advantage of.
A clustered mind is not a beneficial one. I am being chocked mentally. Thought flow through my head. Like a verbose raging river. . Tambling four word phrases.
Punishemnt and torture for so many years.. A father image should never be feared.. You're all my pain and hate.. You're all alone.. Im runnin you through..
I will not live!. On my, fucking knees. for your manufactured beliefs. Your crutch, being insecurities. . My life. Wont end with my, soul to keep. I'll be, buried alone six feet deep.
Tonight you are going to suffer. And I will be the last glimpse of anything you see. Is pain real? Do you believe in pain?. . I want to walk away but I sit and watch you.
No use running I see you there. No use hiding or lying. I'm becoming you. I'll be all that I'll be beautiful. Pitiful, beautifully pitiful. . Look at yourself.
When you feel a certain violence from inside. Or when your nerve is shot and you ride the horse's hoof. When you're hungry and you're fighting to survive.