Post by Subtle on Apr 10, 2007 17:03:48 GMT -5
Apoclypse Please
Who are we to say that we do not deserve
The rain of fire blood and rubble that shattered this verve.
To see two thousand plus deaths pull a nation to a swerve
You see, A distinction exists, between reds whites and blues
between those who know, don't care, and refuse
And when science speaks society won't choose.
We live in an age where free men die
Where muckrakers burn and mothers cry.
We live in age where few ask why.
What has happened to the american warriors of old
Who held musket to the tyrants, with hearts so bold.
Are the stories of these men too dangerous to be told?
And, Though the rest of the world cries out in protest
There is naught a sign of civil unrest
It is so very easy to see just what they detest
Are we no longer a people willing to fight?
Are we no longer a people with reason as guiding light?
Its easy to see what inaction spreads this blight.
We trade freedom for secutiy with more at greater cost.
For none will be left to care when the desire for truth is lost.
Can you finally peer through that black oil gloss?
As money fills their coffers, our rights trickle away
Until they'll free us of our freedoms at the dawn of a new day
Until every patriot's spirt they gas out and slay.
When a day finally comes with no sun overhead,
Air thick not with rubble, but with ash of our dead
With chains around the necks of those eager to be lead.
As the red blood of hope through the streets freely runs
Theres An ignorance so strong it'll make you take up a gun.
It's a national emergency. Dial Nine One One.
Who are we to say that we do not deserve
The rain of fire blood and rubble that shattered this verve.
To see two thousand plus deaths pull a nation to a swerve
You see, A distinction exists, between reds whites and blues
between those who know, don't care, and refuse
And when science speaks society won't choose.
We live in an age where free men die
Where muckrakers burn and mothers cry.
We live in age where few ask why.
What has happened to the american warriors of old
Who held musket to the tyrants, with hearts so bold.
Are the stories of these men too dangerous to be told?
And, Though the rest of the world cries out in protest
There is naught a sign of civil unrest
It is so very easy to see just what they detest
Are we no longer a people willing to fight?
Are we no longer a people with reason as guiding light?
Its easy to see what inaction spreads this blight.
We trade freedom for secutiy with more at greater cost.
For none will be left to care when the desire for truth is lost.
Can you finally peer through that black oil gloss?
As money fills their coffers, our rights trickle away
Until they'll free us of our freedoms at the dawn of a new day
Until every patriot's spirt they gas out and slay.
When a day finally comes with no sun overhead,
Air thick not with rubble, but with ash of our dead
With chains around the necks of those eager to be lead.
As the red blood of hope through the streets freely runs
Theres An ignorance so strong it'll make you take up a gun.
It's a national emergency. Dial Nine One One.
