Alexipharmic - Colossus lyrics

rate me

This here's the land of eyes of stripes and star spangles

And infinite streams of flag draped angels

Limitless dreams that have turned into fables

White-collar fiends still paying for halos

We believe that praying on our knees

Will somehow free the dreams we conceive

Cause this here's America, import the oil

From third world countries we've trained to be loyal

Look in the mirror, then look at Darfur

We helped their division and wonder what they're scarred for

Created classism, wonder what they sparred for

Provided weapons and wonder what they're carved for

We're not the only ones responsible of course

But how is it we're living without remorse

When death isn't sitting on our own front porch

We only do good to avoid recourse

Give me your tired, weak, and oppressed

Trial by the fire, burn who we neglect

I'm tired, but the weary never rest

And change maintains with each new step

Louis Vaton purses, diamonds that spawn hearses

Anything less is synonymous with worthless

Models perfect, airbrushed and photoshopped

I wonder what would happen if the photo snappin stopped

And rappers partied without being blunted

But truth is something most have never confronted

Enough ice on their necks to leave Sierra Leone flooded

They'd catch pneumonia if not already cold blooded

Growth is stunted by the paradigm you're unpatriotic

If you bring up questioning topics

That's beyond nonsense, totally obnoxious

Constantly accepting the status quo is toxic

We need questions to make us honest

Because you see growth is a natural process

Of bettering the self through being truly honest

That's the only way to manifest the land promised

I love our troops, that's why I want em home

But care is something Uncle Sam has never shown

Appendages blown and replaced with IV's

Withdrawal from morphine produces dry heaves

I need to see respect in place of neglect

Before I can elect those who only protect

Their own neck and party and leave the rest stuck

Partisan posturing, who gives a flying make love

And take funds from a pointless crusade

Waged to cover up mistakes that Bush made

You may think the war on drugs is workin

But all it's doin is increasing the burden

On the already poor, turning burbs into ghettos

Into hell. You awake? Hello?

I write this as a patriotic fellow

But am I proud now? The answer's hell no