So you ran up top- To the highest peak- Guns blazing- Missiles firing- Explosion uprooting mother earth- The risk some how keeps you- Headstrong- And resolute- You jump the rocks- To some safe haven- The helicopters so close- Your heat on their infrared screen- Jump, someone said jump- Or plunge- Fight or flight- Check your soul if its broken- Then fly with the risk- Hope for the daring- Clear this passage- Stick your middle finger in the air- Fight- Fuck the world with the fingers they fucked you- They fashioned the world to a one-sided coin- Last of your ilk, last to cross this land- The mother and fathers, sons and daughters- Gone, lost to the IDF, CIA, to the UN- Fight- Murdered passengers on the plane- The Gun turret wills this explanation- Fire missiles upon the villagers- The world gone in black smoke- In between the flak- Politicians argue, argue- Misery on high noon- And night fall- The treasures raped- From the children- Under this bloodmoon- Seasoned veterans of wars- Polished metals walking the streets- Old geezers wearing diapers- And dentures- Tell each other they fought for- The greater good- Does each new generation have to- Keep their enemies- So the fingers always pointed at them- Yeah, fight fuck face- Yeah, fight till the end-Birth sign: Libra
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