oh my god
who are you people?
What's the Meaning of all this?
Who gives a Fuck?
all this money
the fancy cars
you're all liars
you Stole all of it
a monkey in a tin can
shot off into space
What's the fucking point?
Either the monkey comes back
or the monkey dies.
you give me ammo
you finance these wounds
you put up these barricades
while the Earth still shakes
make a monument
a golden tomb
castles made of diamonds
weapons made of bone
the blood and the muscle will still survive
can we get it right just this once
can we say Enough?
unplug the tv
smash the computer
trash the paper
and breathe some fresh air
