THE ELONGATED WINDPIPE

Self-destruction is the grand prize

When you can see through all their lies

They’ve got dollar sign in their eyes

And claim the whole world as their prize

So you call yourself an anarchist

And reject all forms of hierarchy

But do you understand what you know?

Can you describe what is “anarchy”?

All around us is visual pollution

As the “sheeple” dance the dance of delusion

An ubiquitous case of cranial contusion

Is it part of the human condition

That we all are socially conditioned

To believe what we see or hear on television?

We believe we are free

Free agents of the free world

We act on capital’s decree

Buying the shit we see on TV

And never questioning the status quo

Our desires, the lowest common denominator

We consume like consumption were food

One pair of shoes for each mood

Yes, the emperor is stark raving nude

When you see through his façade

He will wield the sword of naked power

And grow stronger hour by hour

If we don’t take back the power

Rather we choose to roll over and cower

Who will choose to be an agent of change

When day after day, nothing really changes

The starving are still starving

As the emperor is gluttonously laughing

Preventable diseases run rampant

When the corporations protect their precious patents

Suicide genes in suicide seeds

The unmitigated memes of greed

Genocide is what genocide is

Crypto fascism under a foreign aid façade

As the new world kings knowingly wave to each other

Like the world is not enough

And all resources are theirs for their taking

They dump the food to hike up the prices

While the mass pit of cadavers grows exponentially

The dollar and the gold for the entire family

What is said has been said a million times before

What we want is more of the same

Repetition dressed up as novelty

Destroy the whole world with acid rain

And history as they write it is more of the same

They control the present so they control the past

Built in obsolescence, the name of the game

Building machines with a use by date

So we have a choice to make

Do we want to accept this shit

Or are we going to disobey?

Are we going to take another hit

Of that fire water that drowns out reality

Or are we going to say “enough!”

“We reject this sordid reality!”

“We won’t take this shit any more!”

The choice is yours to make my friend

Do you want to defend and just pretend

That everything is fine and dandy

And continue to consume the genocide candy?

Or do you want to create something new?

A world where all our desires are fulfilled

And not just for the few on the top of the heap

Equality is what the revolutionaries seek

The choice is yours to make my friend

Do you want to hear the sound of my elongated windpipe?