Im in the jungle Stepping over fallen brethren Beasts roaring, hunters on the loose Film at 11 The sound of the ground beneath my feet is concrete Music rising down to meet me from a window a city street Violence and violins Its mothers milk to us We drink it down as we make Midnight maneuvers Marauding like a tribe of lost saints and vandals Painting in a cave lit by American candles You see the writing on the wall, you hear the ravens call Puking out your poison in a bathroom stall Breathing smog stench Cut an alley, hop a fence And find yourself a prayer Where the sidewalk ends The light bends So my vision is askew But I cant ask you for help Because you suffer from it too The same disease We are brothers of a fever Know reality is ugly Still we are beautiful dreamers Words fell out of me Casual slip in time Dripping from the womb And smelling of valentine Pigs got hungry and settled for more bacon Tripe for the winners, considered a free nation Radio is playing echo chamber of parrots Horses jockey for position getting stuck for their carrots Bees in the garden Pollinating to death Poppies of the field what Give em the sweet breath Shouting hallelujah Preparing to take the wafer Put it on my tongue Its as light as a piece of paper Never let a black cat Cross your path? I listen to the shit that they say And I just laugh Most of em are lying A couple are doing math 9 out of ten of em Dont even know the half Superman lovers Hiding under the covers And praying for Clark Kent to come And save their ass While Batman brothers are Boning without rubbers to this Liberation music screaming Free at last! Cigarettes, cheap food, gas and liquor Diabetes, swollen colon and a cancerous liver America is dreaming Its a nightmare in silk sheets Cream spoiled rotten But the beast still feasts
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