Whispers in the dark wake me from a dream.
A dream so close so familiar it makes me want to scream.
One that makes you sweat and rip your sheets.
One that you don't know the who's or the meet's
A dream so nasty your mind hides it from you
and you awake with a feeling of something new.
A feeling of amnesia, a feeling from childhood.
A feeling that maybe you did something you should.
We all awake from the dreams from time to time
and feeling fear isn't truly a crime.
To hide the truth from yourself is a sin.
To lie to your brothers will bring it upon ten,
not just ten but something like ten fold
and your lies will burn you far past when your old.
A word unspoken, a truth untold.
A lie to be hidden, a price to be sold.
A longing of freedom, an anchor for a price.
Always playing whipping boy, always playing nice.
Wondering if the piper knows the whole song
or is that something that even he considers too long.
A book written by morons in a long ago time.
A place where they didn't care about the crime.
A place you could kill a man
and nail him on a cross through his hands.
Well today things have all changed right
or is it just the same as it was that night?
Does everyone get treated like shit from the people above?
While they try to sat to god they gave us their love.
What have they given to us? Potholes and D.E.A.?
Wait till they get to God and try to come up with something to say
When they have to apologize for all the lives they destroyed
and how he explains how it should have been best to avoid...
For when you wage war on your common man...
so the rich bought and sold on that plan
to have their gold pile, and ours be Copper
and their palace chefs and our pity gruel supper.
A cracker and some juice
and some days they even show us the noose.
So what's been the point all along
to play along with the fame and keep up with the sing along?
So don't tell me to quiet down or to go away
because mother fucker, I've got something to say.
You've been fucking us over way too long
and I'm over this bullshit sing along.
You lied to my brother and lie to my face
and I hope your not to blind to see your own disgrace.
You've ruined lives and caused the death of wives
with your bullshit power and control.
I guess our happiness is knowing we didn't sell our soul.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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