Uprising of the Used

If we’re the flagship of peace and prosperity
We’re taking on water and about to fucking sink
No one seems to notice, no one seems to blink
The crew left the passengers to die under the sea…

~*~

White colours of the state

You pledge allegiance true

For you can’t enter the gate

Unless you’re red, white, blue

.

His thick orange leathery skin

Can’t be penetrated by bullets

Or a good consciences within

He is headed for a trainwreck

.

A single line and one ink stain

Is all it takes to crash and burn

And signatures and nuclear rain

A peaceful haven it can’t return

.

Masses thrown and rejected

Staunched like the rusty blood

From a war looming overhead

Of this one nation under God

.

But the voices can be stronger

Than one tyrant’s foolish games

When the stars and stripes fall

You’ll remember his cursed name

.

Make an enemy and he will lose

For they’ll surely stand and fight

And angels are more dangerous

Without their pure glowing lights

.

For the power may be his to abuse

To corrupt and twist to his whims

But this is the uprising of the used

And they will never let stupidity win.

~*~

Countdown, to the very end
Equality, an invitation we won’t extend
Ready aim, pull the trigger now
It’s time you firmly secure your place in hell…

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