The Marching Bureaucracy

Marching as they're charging and letting the lives be changed.
Adjusted, falsified, rancid and resting.
Ignorance and indifference are the new thug life.
Who cares about the world, let the fucker burn.
The soiled and rotten run through the jungles of bureaucracy bringing their guns, money and false hopes of the poor with them.
What are the dreams, hopes and cares but another lie they say is within reach.
Ignore what you're told. Find your own truth. 

Throat Grab

Close up, mash up. Throw the damn lives up. We listen, we live. What the hell is the world doin. We see it, we dream it, we're dying to get through it. I see the waterfall hiding in the cave. Another dead man is lying in his grave. What sport, what hobby? I don't see anything but more fucking bodies.
We see the disaster of life never living ever after. We fall, crawl and wait for the bombs to fall. Our life is chaos, it's reigning down. What do we see that should be so profound?

It pours into us, it grabs our throats. I don't feel anything but another force choke. It's dying all around. Our cities, our government and us are letting it go. When are we going to stand up to our government and say HELL NO!