A Drug Called Power

trippin on a drug called power elevated from the ground like sky high towers turning mortal men into monsters turning gardens of goodness into demonic dumpsters turning flowers of love into bloody barbwire slow soul subtraction assets quickly turn to loss turn a snot nosed punk into a shot calling big boss turning stations and twisting knobs small tin soldiers turn into genocidal gods... with powerful rods of wrath and revenge creeping death on the end of a syringe on a neverneding binge burned and synged and set to devour trippin on a drug called power false prophets,preachers, and puppets bring that ridiculous revival on sweaty sin stages of strength and mad survival slaves and kings on ropes and pullies helmets head get struck with bullets and prisoners of pain they wither into nothing strong ones die like there's no tomorrow trippin on a drug called power i rise like the sun and fall down to my knees that drug called power leaves me dark and diseased the heartless warden laughs as he dangles the keys he screams like a nazi...."WORK WILL MAKE YOU FREE" i die like the grass and toxic trees i swim with the fish in a cyanide stream satan feasts on my flesh...he grins and he seethes seconds and minutes march on to meet that final hour trippin forever on a drug called power