The Possible Pitfalls of Socialism

One voice-one line no thoughts permitted to reach the artist's eye sanity thrown into frothy fit the press is-inking lies One voice-one line so there they forever sit void of god...s golden air deep in a muddy pit these blossoms of despair one party-feeding us all their $hit One voice-one line heaven in the devil's grip no hope in opaque eyes cross-crushed master's grip one party a million lies One voice-one line on the pinball fringe until the spirit finally tilts madness becomes the medicine when you run out of pills one party-one line One voice-one line the last baby dripping red nothing left but fire n blight spinning in your pine cone head one party-one line One voice-one line lead them to the grate lamb throat meets the knife truth revealed but its to late one voice-one line