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-State of Normalcy-
Punk/Thrash Metal/Rap
Too much interference. There's static in my head.
You will feel all my pain. Can you feel the coming dread?
Read between the lines as my middle fingers bleed.
Back away before you die, you better take heed.
-No time for patience...No time for peace.
-No time for kindness...Your life is on lease.
-No time for love...No time for tweats.
-No time for passion and I got no time for creeps.
So, you say your life's unfair. Well, who the fuck cares?
You drift into my mind deranged, you'll see my fangs bared.
And, cross your path with mine you better look the other way.
'Cause since I hit the street it's been another fucked-up day.
-Don't care about no color...Don't care about your views.
-Don't care for you glances, so I'll beat you black and blue.
-Don't you understand you're nothin'? Is your brain so fuckin' crip?
-Don't care about your 'dis, so eat you own shit.
We be...tossed and lost and smokin' dope, watching shit TV.
So brainwashed in our daily rote, survival is our creed.
But, once you had some-somethin' and be takin' from your pound,
the loss is boss and fuck-you too, it's gone to feed the hounds.
-There's nothin' left for you...There's nothin' left but more.
-They chew you up and spit you out, those weasely fuckin' whores.
-They look at us as sheep in the lair of all 'Dem creeps.
-So when they out and come about it's all about the leash.
Now, I've caught this fuckin' flu from this sick society.
'Cause the State of Normalcy is all idiocracy.
The point of no return is dead and now is buried deep.
'Cause 'Dem fuckin' politicians sown what we all must eat.
-Nothin' makes no sense, no more, especially in D.C.
-Nothin' is our hope as creeps dine and sip their tea.
-Nothin' seems to matter...Nothin' do they share.
-Nothin' gonna come our way, you better be aware.
-No time for patience...Always time for war.
-No time for kindness...Look at all the gore.
-No time for love...No time for tweats.
-No time for passion. It's time to beat the Creeps.
Too much interference. There's static in my head.
You will feel all my pain. Can you feel the coming dread?
Read between the lines as my middle fingers bleed.
Back away before you die, you better take heed.
-No time for patience...No time for peace.
-No time for kindness...Your life is on lease.
-No time for love...No time for tweats.
-No time for passion and I got no time for creeps.
So, you say your life's unfair. Well, who the fuck cares?
You drift into my mind deranged, you'll see my fangs bared.
And, cross your path with mine you better look the other way.
'Cause since I hit the street it's been another fucked-up day.
-Don't care about no color...Don't care about your views.
-Don't care for you glances, so I'll beat you black and blue.
-Don't you understand you're nothin'? Is your brain so fuckin' crip?
-Don't care about your 'dis, so eat you own shit.
We be...tossed and lost and smokin' dope, watching shit TV.
So brainwashed in our daily rote, survival is our creed.
But, once you had some-somethin' and be takin' from your pound,
the loss is boss and fuck-you too, it's gone to feed the hounds.
-There's nothin' left for you...There's nothin' left but more.
-They chew you up and spit you out, those weasely fuckin' whores.
-They look at us as sheep in the lair of all 'Dem creeps.
-So when they out and come about it's all about the leash.
Now, I've caught this fuckin' flu from this sick society.
'Cause the State of Normalcy is all idiocracy.
The point of no return is dead and now is buried deep.
'Cause 'Dem fuckin' politicians sown what we all must eat.
-Nothin' makes no sense, no more, especially in D.C.
-Nothin' is our hope as creeps dine and sip their tea.
-Nothin' seems to matter...Nothin' do they share.
-Nothin' gonna come our way, you better be aware.
-No time for patience...Always time for war.
-No time for kindness...Look at all the gore.
-No time for love...No time for tweats.
-No time for passion. It's time to beat the Creeps.
Published 8th Aug 2018
| Edited 21st Aug 2018
Author's Note
My inspiration, or the lack thereof, is all the degradation and bullshit the politicians spit out at us. It's indicative of society as a whole (the black hole). As an example (and I could go on and on...): It's now an exception, to the rule, when you find someone who isn't self-centered, narcissistic, all about themselves, etc., etc., etc.
You, me, us...we see it everyday and, as Jackson Browne sang all those years ago, "I've got this feeling it's later than it seems." Good luck to us all. Amen.
P.S. All text, words and lyrics are owned by Richard Maxwell and are protected by United States of America and International copyright laws. No copying or alterations are permissible without the express written permission of Richard Maxwell.
You, me, us...we see it everyday and, as Jackson Browne sang all those years ago, "I've got this feeling it's later than it seems." Good luck to us all. Amen.
P.S. All text, words and lyrics are owned by Richard Maxwell and are protected by United States of America and International copyright laws. No copying or alterations are permissible without the express written permission of Richard Maxwell.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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