Just as it said, I got rhymes in my head, (there it is again! Fuck!) and I decided to use those rhymes to criticize a bunch of stereotypical issues in America. I'm not sure if I actually believe what I'm saying, but it does sound nifty.
As I sip a glass of blood with my silk-gloved hand,
Blood shed by the slaves of a far-away man,
I start to think of the things that are wrong with this land...
A thousand Crusades and a thousand Jihads,
Killing in the name of one misunderstood god.
Every big dog fights for poison and gold,
They're screwing us all, but we do what we're told.
We're robbed with their paper, we're bleeding and scarred.
We suddenly wonder why life is so hard.
Looking for a lesser evil will leave you disheveled,
"The other side's all nazis possessed by the devil!"
And as we bite a hole in the sheild that protects us,
We seem to forget that we're knee-deep in our pus.
As we march in line through societal veins,
Just puppets on strings made of money and pain,
Most of us too blind to realize we're in this position,
Most of us are too scared to use our volition.
And every day more of us are fed to the sharks,
By blood-hungry kings, and self-righteous oligarchs.
Philosophers in vain try to heal the condition,
of our plasticine food and our con-man physicians.
They've outlawed the wheel and they've given us pills,
So we can't feel the pain of our brains on their drills.
And now I'm done with this depressing nonsensical propaganda.
I guess those are the reasons why I'll try out ol' Canada.
