The Left

The left is clear
The right has delusions of grandure
Thin and pure
Time consumes the flesh
Surrendering gracefully, tastefully
Painfully present and clear
The left side can hide from threat and danger
But my cigarette burns the same rotting flesh

Taste my skin
Be my provider to the thin film illusion
Be the subscriber to your personalized benefit
Registering more control
Let the future unfold
Believing the tall tale truths that are told
The struggle of colors unseen
Revealed in your lysergic fantasy is behind me
Binding me to the left.

Awake from the sound of resistance
Completed by the descenting dissonance
And fragrance of blood shed by the administration
Set in a polygarchical system counting down to failure...

Three, two, one and only one
Will control your fate...
The left is not a principle of hate
It reciprocates the deviant defiance
Of a nation afraid of their own voice
But the choice is not theirs to make
The choice is up to one to rise up
But the stakes are high

Rumbling like a quake
We must leave the right in our wake
And create a new nation blind to color and creed
We need to feed the minds of the masses
Sleeping, slumbering in an infinite matrix
Of sanitized American pop culture. []