Neon souls stirring in the night,
attracting all the parasites
who feed on everything they offer.
Believing that it is their culture,
full heads of air and leather skin
find comfort in UV coffins.
Shallow minds in fear of deep thought,
sinking in everything they’ve been taught
You buy into their lies,
you pile into their aisles,
you empty your pockets in their lines
and it’s their pockets that you line.
You "pledge allegiance to the flag
...and justice for all (who aren’t ‘fags’)"
and worry about minorities,
swallow the seed of moral majority.
The soundtrack to your late night
drive home’s brought to you by
those telling you to drink responsibly,
but you can’t even think responsibly,
so you drive your car, "it’s not very far,"
ignore the lines, ignore the lights
take the life of an innocent one,
come out of it - no damage done.
A people not worth the destruction;
for construction, for consumption
vinyl reflections have been affixed -
this is your lord, your crucifix.
Enveloped in a white picket fence,
polyester stamps that represent
a nation built on exploitation
Nausea County, Suffolkation
Wrong Island