in progress 2

da da da, da da da, da da da, hit hit hit

Running and, gunning and, somehow they feeling it

Slinging and, bringing the, seemingly, meaningless

Ethos for, people who, who cracked out on jesus

Pathos for, patrons of, palpable speeches

Like leeches who reaping the souls of the heathens

Eating the hearts of the fiends they're deceiving

We all need a second for breathing

Gasp

Adamant, magistrates, calibrate, all our fates

Corporate, oligarchs, masticate, advocates

Fascists and, Racists and, hate mongrels and base heads

Like flipping the coin with no tails, and two faces

Face it, basically laden by burden of serpents on sherman 

Who think that they're flying, your' life's a perversion

No right to the purpose you claim that you've earned it

Nothing is permanent, Trust me I've learned this 

Stuck in a circle just turning, inertia unnerving

Flirting with breaking the mold, but the spores are so morbid

They multiply horribly, dispersion of discourse accordingly

What are they forming, orderly swarming, conforming

Eyes that don't see, where's the hive and Who's the queen bee?

I'm a vernacular advocate, but all of these wana-be autocrats

Use language to fill body bags

Obnoxious, top this, blood filled pockets

All lock box,with no key to unlock it

I melt like chocolate, everytime he gives a speech

Not a brown-noser usually, but got some dookie on my teeth

He's my idol, he's my hero, the more normal of two weirdos

They way he praise America, grab a beer and cheers bro!

Often a patron, of the soap box debates, and 

Every Jesus that he drops, got me on the brink of ejaculation

I ain't playing, that was epic, he just set the all time record

For saying every bullet point on my emotional checklist

And he's a vet, s**t, got some oil down in Tex-as

Best that we have businessmen running the set list

They really care about the people man, and not profits

Wait a minute, isn't it the opposite, oh well, what's the other option

This obnoxious concoction, who wants to reform laws and

Give minorities jobs, man, it just makes me sick, two dudes touching dicks

Plus they wana kill innocent unborn kids, thats sick

I'm a vernacular advocate, but all of these wana-be autocrats

Use language to fill body bags

Obnoxious, top this, blood filled pockets

All lock box,with no key to unlock it

I swear I really hold my gun, when he hits the podium

Got it loaded think that one day I'ma show him one,

Not for fun, to prove a point, guess for now I'll smoke two joints

To calm my nerves, a connisuer of chronic herbs, 

Occasionally I even get a little wastey with the common herds

But not today, think I found my purpose, 

Merk'n merchants and opulent serpents to stop the burden

I'm concerned with, becoming a martyr

Author my own autobiography called a million little parts

Lately I've been feeling pretty dark,I might embark

On a journey off the whim of a remark, 

I used to be veteran, but now I'm just indebted and

post traumatic stress from bringing death is cleary present

So I'm bringin them a present, piece of their own medicine

A sentiment, a message sent, this is the price of your' investment

Life is pretty dull and plus its time somebody steps in