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Madness Is King
Lights Out
Skies Gray
ALtering Reality
Blink Once and
things aint what they oughta be
Prisoners of Society....
Enslaved...
by the road success paved
wearing shackles on our feet
and T-shirts that say "we're free"
because Madness is King
as the blood of the innocents
stains the rich mans cream
This is why half the world gets high-
Trying desperately to catch up with there spirits
So how much CAN you smoke or snort to get anywhere near it
Chaos is the Mother
and Maddness is the King
This generation is searching for nirvahna
with pitchforks embedded in the soul of man
Rotten fruit spilling over
The Phychological Harvest of the land
and Greed is the Bane of our exsistance
No wonder our Youth fight Wisdom with such resistance
There are No white skies
Just white lies with a goverment thats bankrupt
Due to white collar crimes
and look at Homeland Security
Telling us all is well when we should
Be at Level 3
and My city police STILL cant protect me
because we fight not against flesh and bone
but spirits and principalites...
Blink Once...
cause people really aint free
Nirvahna can only be found inside of me
Blink twice...
now look at reality
this planet grows more than enough food
to eradicate poverty
We have become slaves to the lives we are living
as the tele-thons say..."Please keep right on giving"
As we all walk in rows
with pitchforks in our souls...
but dont complain too much or "they"
will implant cancer in your lymph nodes
Sometimes you gotta get lost to be found
Sometimes you gotta get high just
to let your feet touch the ground
Blink once
cause things aint like they ought be
Blink Twice...
as people bow down...
Madness Is King.
Skies Gray
ALtering Reality
Blink Once and
things aint what they oughta be
Prisoners of Society....
Enslaved...
by the road success paved
wearing shackles on our feet
and T-shirts that say "we're free"
because Madness is King
as the blood of the innocents
stains the rich mans cream
This is why half the world gets high-
Trying desperately to catch up with there spirits
So how much CAN you smoke or snort to get anywhere near it
Chaos is the Mother
and Maddness is the King
This generation is searching for nirvahna
with pitchforks embedded in the soul of man
Rotten fruit spilling over
The Phychological Harvest of the land
and Greed is the Bane of our exsistance
No wonder our Youth fight Wisdom with such resistance
There are No white skies
Just white lies with a goverment thats bankrupt
Due to white collar crimes
and look at Homeland Security
Telling us all is well when we should
Be at Level 3
and My city police STILL cant protect me
because we fight not against flesh and bone
but spirits and principalites...
Blink Once...
cause people really aint free
Nirvahna can only be found inside of me
Blink twice...
now look at reality
this planet grows more than enough food
to eradicate poverty
We have become slaves to the lives we are living
as the tele-thons say..."Please keep right on giving"
As we all walk in rows
with pitchforks in our souls...
but dont complain too much or "they"
will implant cancer in your lymph nodes
Sometimes you gotta get lost to be found
Sometimes you gotta get high just
to let your feet touch the ground
Blink once
cause things aint like they ought be
Blink Twice...
as people bow down...
Madness Is King.
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