War is this cloud Such a plastic fantasy Can't escape Not allowed Not a peep from down below It's seems the corner room is taken You can curl up underneath Freedom earned here Not mistaken In a way it plays for keeps So what is your intention And why do i have the creeps? Come live the dream Sorry sight on the horizon Keep it short keep explaining This eversion coming on What reaps the face Of a child in such distaste And puts it all for all to see
Slithering to get away All is not lost What isn't and will remain Shake the pistol put it down In a tyranny's parade Fall shifted lost From a state of ill decay Feet are rotten put it off For forever and a day Strewn in our way Never mind what's right and clear Wind it up just spit it out Bind it up to share the fear Throwing away Left alone Jagged rock bottom Get a grip Throw the chip Twist the reason Generation...