We are as doomed as the youth, bound by a truth they'll never grasp, finding no use in dwelling on the dealings of the past. We hold this warm stone, it only chills us to the bone. Pretend to be asleep and restrained. Pray they're far enough away not to hear your chains rattling as we dance in their open graves. Pretend to be alive every day. Pray. Believe even a slave can emancipate. Battling their control over future and fate. The chattel is rising. Now father and foster and nurture this hate into flame. Designed to drain the beating lifeblood from us all. These fast-food politics hide in their marble halls. This nation's burning, no water from the well. This moral poverty spawning our new hell. Freedom isn't free and isn't fair. The dream has disappeared into the air. Stripped and sold to bidder and to buyer. The fat is in the fire. And we let the flames rise higher. The fat is in the fire. Straight into the darkness of the night, the left follows the right. The right follows the left. We've beat this horse to death. Let's beat it once again until there's nothing left. Til there is nothing more. Have we not seen this all before?
