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We search so hard in vain
When the answers hold our hands.
They fill our bellies.
They drench the sand.
They pour from the sky.
Their thunders roar.
We still search for answers.
We must search no more!

The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg,plead ,rationalize.
Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss.
Disrupted natural order. Ecological blasphemy. An insult to our integrity,ingest the horror,the devastation and death,when nature and nurture are self negating,parasite till there's nothing left. Caged in factories and commercial shelves, the new definition of hell,
The suffering and loss. We rape the land for industry,kill and eat the living things with no regard to the cost.

The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray, but to be enslaved. We cannot fight when we can't stand.

You've locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free.

We are told of visions by those who cannot see. We are told to listen by those who cannot hear. We are given salvation based on terror and fear, denied this life for a day dream in red letters and gold trimmed pages.

One nations ethnocentric perception of god cannot be the only end. Your internecine is supported by scripture, it's the only credibility you're willing to lend:

the subtle voice whispering
the satin temptation of the wind
while our civilization lies in ruin
we answer the call of the wilderness

the ominous skies resembling
blood soaked battle fields
in the shelter of the forest

Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears…
Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears.
Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce…
Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow.
For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow.
Living and dying union men.
Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don't back down.
Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep.

I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home where the wild dear the black bear so lately did roam.
By the cool rushing water fall the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream.
Now there are scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land.
Sad scenes of destruction every hand.
Black waters, black waters run down through my land.
Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue.
In the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young.
Then the hillside explodes with a dynamite's roar and the voice of the small bird will sound there no more.

Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I'll relate to thee.
My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I'll tell I'm a coal miner's son. I'm sure I wish you well.
I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred.
I know all about the pinto beans, bulldog gravy and corn bread.
And I know how the coal miners slave and work in the coal mines every day for a dollar in the company store, for that is all they pay.
Coal mining is the most dangerous work in our land today with plenty of dirty, slaving work and very little pay.
Coal miner, won't you wake up and open your eyes and see what the dirty capitalist system is doing to you and me.
They take your very life's blood, they take our children's lives.

Rise up ,spirit of my ancestry. Fill me with vigilance again .No longer will we watch from our posts. Torches of war burn this eve. For those who possess undue power lurk in our midst, with innocent blood on their sleeves. Their slaves labor into nothingness,lost in the abyss of factories.
The gods are replaced with commodities unfit to occupy their thrones.
Their right full place. We bow our heads to mere currency . Our apathy allows capitalism to enslave. The price of our freedom is the essence of our slavery . The master I've served will never repay me. There's poison in the communion wine. In this theocracy we will all die.
Worship false idols. Currency in our veins..The bow breaks in this ship of fools . Capitalism enslaves
Paid in blood......
Tonight,all flags must burn,in place of steeples.
Autonomy must return into the hands of the people.
This is war on our oppressors . The concept of capitalism robs us of our very nature.

Grasping in the dark cold hands
The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome
The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought
They fall into dust

While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust...
Of unanswered questions and empty gestures
Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut

He moves through his life
like a tough Pharisee
Convinced that his way
Is the only right key

Ignoring own sins
He could never support
a good growth that begins

По крышам полу жилых многоэтажек я бродил полуживой
Крыша потекла я потерял потолок разменяв опыт на боль
Проще с разбегу сигануть вниз и даже незачем стараться
В обществе потребления нет любви а только блядство

Не зная куда идти я просто бежал и слишком далеко зашёл
В одиночестве перестал быть человеком и остался псом
Выход там где вход но я уже забыл как сюда попал