Poor Man's Cure

negative forces overwhelm

shell of a simple man

an alien to another realm

we’re just a flash in the pan

the eve of lost hate

painted with this brush

not a victim merely bait

of overindulgent plush

 

this baggage is heavy

to much for my soul

armed but never ready

for what devours us whole

a stem of knowledge

serpent in the roots

 naked empty pledge

demons now wear suits

U.S.D.A. government choice

rolling off the assembly line

enough to silence your voice

and put you in a box of pine

searching for so called reason

wanting what’s uncut and pure

this is the witching season

another poor man’s cure

mind games a state of flux

self-indulgent destruction

raped of belief and trust

justice blooms affliction

political gossip network

slaves to the grind

welfare a standard perk

fucked out of body and mind

U.S.D.A. government choice

rolling off the assembly line

enough to silence your voice

and put you in a box of pine

searching for so called reason

wanting what’s uncut and pure

this is the witching season

another poor man’s cure

time and time again

we always fall short

the sting of sin

in a world of hurt

U.S.D.A. government choice

rolling off the assembly line

enough to silence your voice

and put you in a box of pine

searching for so called reason

wanting what’s uncut and pure

this is the witching season

another poor man’s cure

another poor man’s cure..

another poor man’s cure..