Critical Conditions

The sun goes down, Fear-stricken towns. Night-crawlers come out So quick... No time to shout. In a world where evil is allowed, The good die young & the bad stay proud. The heroes unsung, Know that it has just begun. The world is in pain...who do you blame? You're the only one having fun. Go ahead & point the gun, Simple orders given to the dumb. We're corpse-hoarders believing In the illusion of borders... Years getting shorter Delusions contort her Lady Liberty forced to undress As we look away, in order to digress From the bull**** they call "progress" And still have the audacity to say they're honest. Don't kick the hornet's nest & expect not to be stung It's best to realize This jury is hung...