Letras
Plastic plates cannot placate for robbing people of their place
Their land their mule too long a wait these promises we all forsake
It's time we must retaliate or watch the last waves of time recede
While president's sip from porcelain cups play petty games with lives and trust
We work all day for a couple bucks just until we have enough
To waste our minds with booze and lust and all the rest the signs say we need
To fill the fear without a thought no questions in this hell we wrought
Jumbled words from souls begot forgotten flowers forsake me nots
Chrysanthemums for souls to rot pick the stems and let us feed
When we cry
The reasons why
Are too many to count
We're all the same
A thin charade
Waiting to dissolve
A dandy diaspora doze can settle sin and start to sew
The burnt earth who no longer grows and under undulation froze
We catapult the last repose laugh and say I'm glad that's not me
Washed away with rusted will you cower in a calloused shell
Of comfort earned off lies and swill on jealousy you build your hill
From bones and barks of sell sell sell until the junk that's left is free
Apopemptic people please the patterns drawn by legalize
On maps that keep us from our needs and cripple thought and break our knees
Gorge and giggle as they seize every last soul they can see
With love burnt
Across my brain
I never knew when to stop
Enough is not
The answer sought
How far can we convolve