Through the looking glass
Words stain the walls of time
The voice of the people
Sing in the pursuit of happiness
Tunnel art
Flower for the cause
Through the looking glass
Tag / Voice
Throne of Lies
Throne of lies
Patriotic white males sit upon his throne of lies.
Gluttony and greed embellishing their egos.
Words of propaganda spewing from rambled mouths of insanity.
Dismantling the lives of all who threaten their ego.
Dominating all who dare to take a stand.
Inciting madness with their rants of hate… fueled by ignorance.
The male ego engulfs.
Control he must have control…
The loop of abuse continues as the noose around his victims tightens.
Watching from their throne the men laugh in triumph…
Pulling at the thread of democracy… watching freedom unravel.
Life is a game of chance and he holds all the cards…
Laughing all the while.
Bluffing with a smile.
The ego must maintain control.
Smiting the voice of the oppressed.
Hearing not the voice of his people, they speak not his language.
Words mean nothing unless the they stroke the ego.
Mocking all those who oppose his will.
The tyrant sits upon his throne of lies.
Dawn of New Age: Voice of Freedom
Hey friends, and fans I pulled this from my archives.
Dawn of New Age: Voice of Freedom
Death, smoke
Gagged, choked
This is our life
Does it seem, right?
Home of the free
Land of the blind
No time… to help the helpless
Consumed by our own selfishness
Greed courses through our veins
Blood so bold… see the stains
Oil fuels the economy of war
Selling our souls a common whore
Hatred turns the gears of war…
The eagle has fallen… no longer will she soar
Down with the old age in with the new
It begins with me and you
Marching with pride
I cried… over the fallen, tears of the dead
All well the rich rest their heads… on their plush beds
No beds for the dead , don’t close your eyes coward… open them instead
See the light
Feel the fight
Feel the love
A dove… will replace the eagle of shame
Who is to blame?
Is it you or is it me
I can see…
It is you, and it is me… democracy
Society
Idiocy
The same damn policy, an industry called the land of the free
I can see… now follow me
We can strive for change
It is just within range
It takes courage to take a stand
Take my hand… and together we will march through the land
Land of the free
Can you see?
I can see…
The hypocrisy
Of society
And democracy…
Rivers of red, leave hundreds dead
All well the ignorant remain asleep, alone in bed
Pillow under head
They rest their heads…
They did not die in vain!
They did not die in Vain!
They think they can stop the change
This world is truly insane
Suppressing…
Repressing…
So depressing…
I can see the light
Despite…
The darkness at hand
Our victory shall be grand
Together we will march through the land
Take my hand… as we make one last stand.
Moonandstonecraft 