Elemental Zazen - Handcuffs lyrics

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Elemental Zazen - Handcuffs lyrics

Sick children on television wishing Someone would just give them some money So they don't have to be the victim Behind them Christian televangelists Make it the mission Deny the aid unless they kneel and pray submission Jesus saves As long as you pay the bishop for permission Repent the fact that you're abused By the human condition There's room for addiction In every lower cla** tradition Masking friction between So called "masters" and the "wicked" Poverty's fingers reaching everyone Without forgiveness At least if you're not white Or in line to inherit riches Everyone witnesses what is and isn't fiction And goes home at night denying That they contributed to the sickness White people act like they're not racist Cause they have a friend that's black Or cause they've struggled With their economic situation Blaming minorities for what they call "complacence" Facing openly racist conversations by administrations The expectation that the jail is always waiting Breeds hatred Making reparations the logical compensation First step is equalizing education So the concentration camps we call the ghetto Are home to more than desperation Throw your motherf**ing hands up! If you wanna see the president in handcuffs If you think television has no answers If you'll never be a slave to the cancer The elected are puppets, figurines Speakers for the invisible leaders of the regime Felons who live on selling the american dream Scaring the people with evil extremes till they scream I've seen armies of human machines March in green fatigues Fight for the love of the blood And their obscene beliefs Ignoring others that grieve Brother and mothers receive A punishment that exceeds all But the wickedest greed Never a choice to concede We'd rather struggle to breathe Fight till we drown and recede Than sit around and mislead I'll spit a round in the seed Of who's not down to defeat Delete clowns and the sheep Till we surround the elites Show them the aftereffects Of all the taxes and debts All the iraq's that reflect The way their facts are suspect I'll be unmasking the threat the everlasting regret Those little ba*tards will get When we start blasting the set Throw your motherf**ing hands up! If you wanna see the president in handcuffs If you think television has no answers If you'll never be a slave to the cancer