if you squint your eyes just right you can see the word "hell" in the hollywood sign.
the papers bleed disease into the filthy streets
believers on their knees pleading for what is needed
to cleanse those souls, make the broken whole
no matter the toll they'll get those rocks to roll
murder's the new magic that mesmerizes the masses
on blue screens feeding violence fiends
who bottle inside emotions, false pride
ending up as volatile as a full platoon on acid deep in the jungles of vietnam
just feed them pills, keep them still
the screen instills the will to kill
but i guess the medications can supress all those destructive tendencies
violence replaces silence and now the night never provides enough cover
the immunities comes too soon and the pills lose their kick
the communities resume the boom and the master cracks his whip
the programmed have become dependant and now there's no reason to fight it
we've doused our lifestyles in gasoline, we've got the match but dare not light it
and anyone with a flame the crowd is quick to blame
drench them in shame and destroy their name
convince the robots that anyone who thinks like that is insane
the sunset releases the careless onto the streets
the night air absorbing the asphalts hoarded heat
the working class resting their tired feet
and i'm alone on a rooftop dreaming of a day when murder is not a form of currency
a day when murder no longer mesmerizes the masses more than all this natural magic
a day when my child can walk through the harshest of ghettos and receive nothing but smiles
a day that ends without me grinding my teeth as i fall asleep
blaming it on chemical imbalances when i know it's just the knowledge i keep
i guess insanity is nothing more than the understanding of truths neglected by soceity.