Those things you’ve loved
aren’t gonna break your heart,
they’re gonna tear it from your chest
and tell you it’s a part
of knowing what is best.
If you proclaim that God is great,
they’re gonna call it hate
and the color of your skin,
is gonna get you in;
you’re gonna wish you could escape.
They say these jokes are getting old,
they say these lines are wearing thin,
but we’ve gone past the point to stop,
I bet you’re gonna call the cops
when the insanity begins.
They’re gonna know where you have been.
They’ve been reading your lips.
It’s no longer a kiss,
it’s biting at your wits.
Harvesting your mind
is the way they’ve devised
and they get away with it
every time.
Haven’t you noticed,
they’re turning all you love
against you?
All those secret dreams
are nightmares
and paranoia
chewing at the seams.
These are new days
of lust and hate;
celebrate the base.
We came out great
made off like thieves.
We took the payoff
and lost our playoff team.
Next season we’re gonna be
contenders for The Cup, my friends.
I can feel it, we’re gonna win.
Bend over, here it comes again.
They’ve got us pegged.
They know us better
that we know ourselves.
We gave away
our secret plays
and we can’t blame
anyone else.
HG – 2016
