Apostate
Fallen from the Church of State
No longer swallow what they feed me
Stomach turns from all I’ve ate
And vile disgust has freed me
My Uncle Sam is a criminal
Just in another suit
Greed, control, and Egos’ rule
Fear feeds and “lies” at its root
Some wear blue and some wear red
Pachyderms and Asses in public war
In dark intercourse they divide the bread
Hidden secret, behind the Door
They pay homage to a plastic God
Who lets them play the priestly Pimp
But they with Whore’s stilettos shod
Feet quick for evil will always finally limp
They wage a war upon the poor
Disguised as helpful hand
Abuse the meek and make them more
They break their legs to help them stand
Their war on Terror wages
Like a crackhead on the Rock
Bloodlust high, crazy it rages
As they sacrifice the Baby’s blood and mock
So damn them all to the Hell they love
And the Church in which they breed
Their God is one I know not of
Mine, the Maker of the Seed
Necromancers in gowns of light
Their spells enthrall the masses
Wake up my friend join in the fight
And they can kiss our Natural asses
I think in this case the instruments kind of made it hard to focus on the words. I had to go back to when you posted it earlier and see if you’d changed anything. Some things work better than others with the back up.
Yes. It ebs and flows. Sometimes a simple piano would be much better. But its not my thing to boss. I learn something every time though.
Piano… Yes. That would be interesting to try. I remember the very first thing you and your son put on here. “The Clock Ticks.” It was very effective.