No Static
toys for thugs and toys in the attic
the message comes sideways,subliminal,exotic and erratic
which way is up? which way is down?
smiles to frowns
lefts and rights rights and wrongs
world keeps singing that same sad song
i sever and slay the fakes and fugazies the artificial and the plastic
with the power of a poet and a prophet
no static
clouds of confusion bring insanities intrusion
sad solutions and cold conclusions
revenge and retribution put the soul at risk
wanted and haunted,stalked and hunted off hit lists
quick fix for the madness machine
marching black boots, off the sole blood beams
the dime drops the tick to the tock
spark to the fire the dire turns drastic
with the power of a poet and a prophet
no static
princes of perversion invent the detours and diversions
mind control and heart conversion
censored truth the lie is their version
with x-ray eyes and x-rated minds the story unwinds
no time,their time is running out
rabbits sprout fangs and lambs grow horns
seats of scorn turn into tyranny thrones
savage urge to feel the surge that's all electric and erotic
with the power of a poet and a prophet
no static
i've got my finger on the trigger another serpent's in my sights
i drop him like a habit, like a junkie in the night
set on locked and loaded i stay on fully automatic
with the power of a poet and a prophet
no static
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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