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Wet Socks
05:45
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It seems I’m stuck again
In something that I dread
And there’s not anything I can do
I cannot take a step
I must not make a tread
I’m bound to these stone shoes
I hate this awful feeling
It sends me backwards, reeling
And there’s not anything I can do
My stomach crawls, lurching
My pruned toes are curling
I’m bound to pay my dues
Another 50 mile hike
I’d rather be beaten with a pike
Is this viable in wet socks?
The sogginess unflattering
To my feet, they’re floundering
I have been cursed by these wet socks
My fortress, (it) has been flooded
Open awe, outstanding, and gutted
Really, I just hate these wet socks
Really, I just hate these wet socks
See
What has gone
Gone on so long
Just hit the bong
And it’ll fade
This feeling of rage
Over a cascade
Of mundane beige
All of our days
Marked by waves
Crashing in the sand
Slips through our hands
Can we find
A peace of mind?
Or will the tides
Carry our lives
Can’t you see we’ve lost our way?
Mesmerized by our pain
Every day is just the same
Discomfort overtakes my brain
Once again left in the rain
Just apart of the refrain
Dryness discarded and inane
Muddied feet make me insane
How
Can we escape
Our damned fate
Were we too late?
Cloth
Has run out
Thanks to those devout
To the system out
Now the time has come
For us to become one
Everything that we know
Shared together - grow
Now the time has come
For us to become one
We know the world is love
And love is who we are
But still I’m uncomfortable
So I guess I’ll just pack a bowl
Get higher to feel the one
Get high to get something done
But still I’m uncomfortable
All intolerable
The water is so high
We have run out of time
Time has now run out
We are drowning
Drowning!
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Grieving for Mother
09:27
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No more forest, no more ocean
Just run for it, through the commotion
Existential thoughts encapsulate
What we connote with Mother’s Fate
A scarlet sun will fill the sky
Burning bright burgundy, we know why
Our lungs burn with every breath
Carbon emissions, the ferry to Death
Will there be a world to change?
When my children are of age?
To understand reason with each day’s rise
There was no reason for Mother’s demise
Fuck your money
Save the Earth
An oil ocean for the businessman
Great green dollar was his only fan
As the rest of land devolves to desert
He retreats to his lair, in indignant unhurt
For the common folk there’s only pain
As flesh is burned by acid rain
Reaping through their fragile skin
This must be atonement for their sins
We only lived as we had should
And did the things we thought were good
But the system we found us within
Was a live grenade without its pin
Ticking time bomb ticks away
Time cannot stop to our dismay
Dismal Dismus forgive me so
As I thieve from the corporate indigo
Stop BP, destroy Exxon
Too late, enough, already gone
Our hope has faded for a new world
Into Fire our souls are hurled
No more presidents, no more leaders
No more residents of the forest cedars
Nature rules through anarchy
Human epoch end, and Mother’s Free
A new hope must be found in something
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The utter destruction of our modern society
Ushered forward by money grubbing mongoloids
They live to see us fall in line as sheep in order
But they never expected some of us to come alive
Raping impoverished communities through drug wars and neglect
A despicable demise brought upon those of darkened kin
They wish to escape but they have no capital to defect
This was the picture all along, set forth by a cycle of sin
Beat them senseless ‘cause they won’t obey
Crush their spirits put them in their place
We only care for our fiscal worth
The poor the fuel for our economic hearth
NSA is watching over you
Analyzing everything you do
Now our phones can recognize our face
Damage done no system to replace
Written on the wall
Written in the stars
Our imminent fall
(Money rules everything)
Face to the ground
We are now bound
To become slaves
(To Bezos and Gates alike)
Fight to become
Become who you are
We are not their slaves!
(Subhuman animals!)
Awaken to find
Hope in your mind
The revolution is now!
(Radical change is now here to stay!)
Neo-liberal corporate police state
Cops work for businessmen
Preserving their status-quo
Taking away our rights
NO MORE COPS!
Corporate oligarchy takes its strangle hold upon the earth
And a new type of fascism holds tight our freedoms away from us
Only two classes of people remain: the mega-rich and the mega-fucked, destitute beyond belief
Prosecuted for merely having not
A total uprising is the only solution
Hand in hand those who love and want will outnumber those who hate and destroy
And will abolish the top-down system of new-feudalism
By refusing to work the lord’s lands
No more bad cops
We don’t want cops!
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