Drugs kill and we get high on shooting,
Exploit the radical dreams of liberation and sell their slogan:
What may have once been ideal, is now a brainwashed opinion,
Fed to the motionless actors in the crucifixion theatrics:
Curtains fall, but blind eyes cannot deny the screams of justified judgemental.

Treat the symptom of the human condition,
Ignorance shields from individual interception,
Like-minded and idly grazing, their grass isn’t as green so we are above them.
Ask the dealer to deal us love, he replies, “That’s not something you can afford,”
Junkie trades his soul as Passion murders the Romantic.

Empires fall and empires rebuild, on the tail of an inferno, callous wind,
Dissect the leader and feed him to the starving and the poor,
Retrograde sets in, as revolution drums its beat through needy veins,
Submissive rebels spun on a corporate wheel,  
Freedom is the frost on the breast of the decaying eagle.