Monsters trapped in human bodies jostle war with world peace and untether your song of hollow moral concepts swaddled in the bright cloth of defunct language gone daft in the spirit of the modern age. Neo classic pillars of abstraction with your artless blather of throwaway lines, sow fear with the proliferation of words like right punishment, vengence and retribution. Bruiser gods raining word shells upon or consciousness, blow minds bland and sanatise banality to purge your hearts of accountability when debates cease and the naked dead return your dividend of talk in crisp cold flesh packaged in body bags and draped in the flags you have hijacked. Come, hoodwink citizens, lead them to believe your cause is just and unrelated to commerce or cash black gold below the surface of desert lands.
Monsters trapped in human bodies jostle war with world peace and untether your song of hollow moral concepts swaddled in the bright cloth of defunct language gone daft in the spirit of the modern age. desk chained warriors deploy abstraction in your artless blather of throwaway lines, sow fear with the proliferation of words like right, punishment, vengence and retribution. Bruiser gods raining word shells upon or consciousness, blow minds bland and sanatise banality to purge your hearts of accountability when debates cease and the naked dead return your dividend of talk in crisp cold flesh packaged in body bags and draped in the flags you have hijacked. Come hoodwinked citizens, let us believe that their cause is just and unrelated to commerce or cash black gold below the surface of desert lands
Monsters trapped in human bodies jostle war with world peace and untether your song of hollow moral concepts swaddled in the bright cloth of defunct language gone daft in the spirit of the modern age. Desk chained warriors deploy abstraction in your artless blather of throwaway lines, sow fear with the proliferation of words like right, punishment, vengence and retribution. Bruiser gods raining word shells upon or consciousness, blow minds bland and sanatise banality to purge your hearts of accountability when debates cease and the naked dead return your dividend of talk in crisp cold flesh packaged in body bags and draped in the flags you have hijacked. Come hoodwinked citizens, let us believe their cause is just and unrelated to commerce or cash black gold below the surface of desert lands
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I changed some words and give you this.
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Ad man for the masses wash me on the shoreline of your jingle brained planet
where cat shampoo and dog food can be sexy once we believe
and buy into the pitch artist preachers hypnotise and hook us in with like dumb chained fishes devoid of spirituality.
TV's the money one religion and adverts the sermons from the corporation god whose first dollar word bought, sold and spoke to the soul through prayers which occur between shopping when we pray for goods to purchase once we have the cash in mammon's bank.
Does shopping temporarily disguise the need in our life of a relationship with god buddha allah or whatever name we label our conduit to the eternal order in life's quest to survive and express ourselves in a reality swamped with an excess of choice which keeps us caged within the wide enclosure of this world gated in the jungle of concrete with our spirit encased in its hardcore?
war with world peace and untether your song
of hollow moral concepts swaddled
in the bright cloth of defunct language gone
daft in the spirit of the modern age.
desk chained warriors deploy abstraction
in your artless blather of throwaway
lines, sow fear with the proliferation
of words like right, punishment, vengence and
retribution. Bruiser gods raining word
shells upon or consciousness, blow minds bland
and sanatise banality to purge
your hearts of accountability when
debates cease and the naked dead return
your dividend of talk in crisp cold flesh
packaged in body bags and draped in the flags
you have hijacked. Come hoodwinked citizens,
let us believe that their cause is just and
unrelated to commerce or cash black
gold below the surface of desert lands
I changed some of the lines.
war with world peace and untether your song
of hollow moral concepts swaddled
in the bright cloth of defunct language gone
daft in the spirit of the modern age.
Desk chained warriors deploy abstraction
in your artless blather of throwaway
lines, sow fear with the proliferation
of words like right, punishment, vengence and
retribution. Bruiser gods raining word
shells upon or consciousness, blow minds bland
and sanatise banality to purge
your hearts of accountability when
debates cease and the naked dead return
your dividend of talk in crisp cold flesh
packaged in body bags and draped in the flags
you have hijacked. Come hoodwinked citizens,
let us believe their cause is just and
unrelated to commerce or cash black
gold below the surface of desert lands
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I changed some words and give you this.
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Ad man for the masses
wash me on the shoreline
of your jingle brained planet
where cat shampoo
and dog food can be sexy
once we believe
and buy into the pitch
artist preachers hypnotise and
hook us in with
like dumb chained fishes
devoid of spirituality.
TV's the money one religion
and adverts
the sermons
from the corporation god
whose first dollar word
bought, sold and spoke
to the soul through prayers
which occur between shopping
when we pray for goods
to purchase
once we have the cash
in mammon's bank.
Does shopping temporarily disguise
the need in our life of a relationship with god
buddha allah or whatever name
we label our conduit to the eternal order
in life's quest to survive and express ourselves
in a reality swamped with an excess of choice
which keeps us caged within
the wide enclosure of this world
gated in the jungle of concrete
with our spirit encased in its hardcore?
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