when can we?? (or 'don't i look rather dashing in my brown shirt?')

mass denials
single syllable logic
whispered to me from the television
through and through your words ring so hollow
and your neon sign of 'change' ain't foolin me
it's beyond your parties indiscretions
all rhetoric but no substance
change doesn't come from what you say in between election cycles
and it'll never come from giving in
and that's why i have to put my foot down
really, it's my obligation
maybe one day you'll find
ideals mean more than 4 years of bragging rights
and don't tell me to quiet down
i've got just as much right as you
there isn't much difference from where i stand
between you and a moral coward
and i'm far too familiar with this road of inaction you're headed down
so you'll have to excuse me when i refuse to follow
empty words
are all that come out
of your
fucking mouth
you speak in fairy tales and vague circles
are you incapable of telling the truth for just one moment?
feed me your cleverly worded denials
fill me up with false hope, again
temporarily pacify this call for change
but you sound so resolute
so hopefull
promising me hope and change that i can believe in
but it still feels so hollow
how will you bring change by protecting the status quo?
i will no longer take part
in your apathetic corporate charade
the only way i could waste my vote
would be in being your accomplice

you are a target market

in my mind
none of this seems real
all the time
i can't help but feel
that everything i hear
is dumbed down and sugar coated
they made our fear color coded
everything i buy
is another lie

dumb me down
just so i won't care what's real
numb my mind
because i don't want to have to deal
that despite it all
i still feel everything was planned this way
you obscure my view, but i don't really seem to care
i want my news all about celebrity hair

i just don't want to know
corporate news keep me safe and warm
tuck me in
and comfort me with your fuzzy logic
distort the truth and sugar coat it
market fear then color code it
everything i hear
is another lie

keep in line
if ya know what's good for you
turn off your mind
we'll tell you what you should do
we'll tell you when to cheer and shout
and dance like the puppets you are
real progress is just too hard
to be achieved
don't think about it, just accept the message
don't worry about your inactive stasis
everything i read
is just another fucking lie

the pledge of allegiance

sell my soul
loot my mind
steal my will to be
drown out my will to think
i just want to sit in front of my TV
and numb myself, everyday
i don't read
i don't think
i don't create
i don't expand
i buy my dreams
i trade my conscience for escape
but still there's something in the back of my head....
saying my life doesn't relate to these images
that their situations don't reflect my life
these aren't my problems
warning me
yeah, it could be....but it doesn't seem very likely....
a lighthouse lost in the fog of consumerism
i don't seek
i don't question
i don't wonder
i don't evolve
i accept
i assimilate myself for the sake of convenience and acceptance
don't blame me
i was in the comfort of my safe home
finding things to take my mind off the mess
choosing pacification over reaction
i complained to myself and the watercooler
i even shook my head and said it was a shame
what more do you want from me?

your apathetic inaction is what keepts it this way

trapped behind enemy lines
surrounded bu distracted lemmings
who obey every command
very much like a trained seal
who never stray from the line
who fail to question or even try to grow a thought of their very own
led by crazy fanatics
spreading nothing but hate, greed, ignorance and fear
shouting their orders through pixilated megaphones
through preplanned question and answer sessions
fed to us from robotic corporate talking heads
while the docile herd stumbles mindlessly along
the apathetic masses blinded by the flashing lights
being indoctrinated to your system of greed
your system of greed
your system of greed
you fucking cowards
just shoot your missiles and drop your bombs from far away
never think of who bleeds
as long as it's not you
as long as you're not confronted by your barbaric deeds
as long as you can just turn the channel to something else
you fucking cowards
send someone else to die for your profit margins
just as long as it's not you on the other end
just as long as it's not your kid that finds the u.x.o.
and you expect me to embrace you?
if anyone deserves to live near DU rounds it's you
you expect me to accept you?
you fucking cowards
just close your eyes
stick your fingers in your ears
hum softly
look the other way
shrug your shoulders
do nothing
do nothing
do nothing
you just can't be bothered
too afraid to rock the boat
money is your god
selfishness and deceit are your path
it's all you know
it's all you've chosen to know
all your bring is death and your corporate chains
your corporate whip
your corporate boots
your corporate justifications
your corporate thirst to suck it all dry
your corporate sense of entitlement
your pre-packaged, mass-produced 'thoughts'
you fucking cowards
everything is not ok
no matter what the TV says

scattered thoughts

spare me your empty promises
i don't believe a single word you say
all you know how to do is take from others
your belly is past full
and yet you steal from everyone's plate
taking more than you need
dragging everyone else down
shaking hands and acting friendly
with a knife hidden just behind
marketed as the savior
come to save us and make us complete again
you are not the fucking answer
you are an idiotic knock-knock joke
you are a fucking cancer
you are a fucking disease
marginalize the suffering
a heartless man if there ever was one
your hollow efforts no longer are a comfort to me
your pretty speeches no longer distract me
i see you for what you are
and it disgusts me that i once gave in
that i had trust in you to do the right thing

the new millenium grendel

the monsters crawled out from under the bed
and hid in our TVs
whispering tales of fear
and manufactured images in out our ear
compulsive liar
and bearer of false realities

the boogiemen gathered together
and put on suits and ties
trading money
trading futures
trading lives
of people like you and me
wallowing in their greed

the wolves whispered into the ear
of the village idiot
attaching the strings
stealing the children
putting guns in their hands
filling their heads with lies
and then turning their backs
when the questions turns to 'why?'

ask geocit....ohhhhh wait

(this had 2 more sections in the middle but i never wrote them down)

i wanted to sing along
but i got the words all wrong
you call my name
like it's some game
but it's no fun when all you do is wave
goodbye
goodbye

and so my song remains
in a box shoved under the bed
as you say
nothing's changed
so why does it feel like all i hear you play
are lies
lies