- judah nagler
Nov 4, 2008
no matter how hard it gets, i'm in this for life
"so come on, child, you’ve slept enough / and i know you’re tired but i’m waking you up / there is much to be done, and we’re right on the cusp / of this shit getting real, i’m mean really, really fucked / every sheep for the shearing waiting around non-plussed / trading branding irons for brand-name cuts / we were born in labor, baptized in dust / given life anew as a living trust / with every hair numbered and cross-referenced / for each soul they claim to save, they have added interest / with a price on your head, what you think matters not / every credit card statement, every lie you’ve bought / rates our exchanged faith for the next fiat / on the blotter paper, the blood don’t clot / it just bleeds you dry and then leaves you to rot / in a dead end job till at last you drop / into this old noose, with the rope drawn taut / left with your hands bound so they’ll never be caught / you may sabotage our education / to a calculated chaos born of confusion / a controlled market through the inflation / truly euthanasia to waste on the young / but, we’ve caught you now, and we’re cutting your funds / we outnumber you over a million to one / it’s a sharp weapon, but the point’s left blunt / there’s no skill to the game, no challenge to the hunt / with each target deaf, blind, and reticent / got your ducks in line for the same false front / cos when free will costs even ten percent / false tongues speak lies over catholic hunts / from the cathepsin to the cathexis / i’ll bear the stigmatic focus of the anti-catechist / with each catalytic pill slowly slitting my wrists / so when i raise my hand, see my bloody fist / may have killed brain cells, but i’ve kept my wits / and i'd rather go sooner to have known and said this / i’ve peaked at the end, where the answer sits / all the rest is just problems and more questions / hear the classes getting loud and the teacher getting pissed / in the end this pattern goes 666 / soon my name’s showing up on every government list / free speech shouldn’t cost, let alone be a risk / so when i die young, it’ll prove me right / cos it won’t be pills, swear it won’t be the knife / no matter how hard it gets, i’m in this for life / and i’m never giving up till we make things right / god gave me this voice, so i can’t stay quiet / they can’t kill this love, i’ll come back to fight / to return each star and remove each stripe / from each prism cell, we’ll refract the light / to reveal each move, catch the thieves in the night / make them share what’s left and return our rights / though it may still shine from a hormone diet / this knowledgeable fruit’s grown overripe / and robbed his breath, birth absorbed he / when the planets line up, every eye shall see / that this invite-only disparity party / has brought enough despair to the already broken-hearted / in the wake of greed, in the name of flow-charting / leaving broken-homes where once were gardens / see it’s our pale horse that we’re riding in on / bringing pestilence as a plague of love / with hell at our heels and heaven catching on / it’s the hanged man, it’s the crux fiction / it’s the pentagram, it’s the pentagon / it’s david’s star, it’s the pyramid song / what was once upright / now is upside down / and isaiah, it’s a revelation / 2368, 2701 / means a way out / and if i can, you know i’m bringing everyone"
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