we need defiance
cup 'em by their balls and leave them writhing
i'm fed up of revolution without wheels
i have sinister will for them
parade all the kilonsers naked
stab them
tie a knot with their cocks
cork their cunts with hot burning coal
all the tales i heard as a kid
the books i gorged so frenetically as if famished
fuck how i idolized
from murmur to brotherhood to deceit
our leaders are all without spine
the church is bullish at best
all us youngsters can't speak up
where the fuck is the mike?
we are all a cursed lot
with my hands raised high....
just a wish
a thought
a mantra
a blessing
a request
a desire
an order
......something cataclysmic
i don't care if i perish
but i want better than this
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