z_x_silas

Gods Money


home of the brave and swollen glands of liberty
no land will adhere to me
publicly butchering divinity
homeland security not so sincere to me
still hear the sirens scream severity
and I think the news is just a parody
i just want to go back into my cave
and escape this home of the slave
escape minimum wage
without winding up in a cage
I still know my place in this bible page
still know my place on this economic stage
i want to yell out in rage
and shatter this golden age
this golden lie of fire in the devils eye
strap me to ol sparky and watch me fry
inject my soul and I still dont want to die
break my wings and youll find out
what it sounds like when pigeons cry
and the only bird that can fly
is a bald headed serpent in the sky
what a whore to be wild
and doesn't hell taste so mild
when we find out our king is but a child

--Z.Silas Herrera