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