CommieBastard
26th October 2001, 23:25
you stab yet it doesnt wound,
you shout yet i do not hear,
you burnind words and fists,
all they do is sear.
i sit here and take all the crap,
all the crap you fling at me,
youd think it would be simple,
simple for you to see,
that nothing happens for your effort,
you waste your time with your fight,
there is no way you can stop it,
you'll have to kill all in sight.
The revolution comes,
no matter what you do,
steady on it marches,
even if for peace you sue.
The tormented screams of dead workers,
the cries of broken babies,
all these sounds will pound in your ears,
as you think of the possible maybes.
Can you escape from the pain you created?
will the thirst of the wounded ever be sated?
can you ever repay to all you ever hurt?
will you be able to save your precious expensive shirt?
your the one who killed this world,
you and your stinking greed,
so your the one who can fix it,
you and your swollen creed.
You never took notice when we bled,
from the sights of agony you sped,
and now we stand and no longer kneel,
for theres nothing left from us to steal.
The men and women shall fight to last,
to wrong the pains of their past,
and you'd better hope they have mercy,
or this is the last day you feel regret,
you'd better hope they can reconcile,
or upon your throat will the dogs be set.
ask yourself this as you die,
were you a good man?
did you act with moral right?
or did you hurt all in your sight?
you make me vomit just to think,
of all the people you brought to the brink,
and now you dare to plead for your life?
well, maybe so, its worth more than strife.
you shout yet i do not hear,
you burnind words and fists,
all they do is sear.
i sit here and take all the crap,
all the crap you fling at me,
youd think it would be simple,
simple for you to see,
that nothing happens for your effort,
you waste your time with your fight,
there is no way you can stop it,
you'll have to kill all in sight.
The revolution comes,
no matter what you do,
steady on it marches,
even if for peace you sue.
The tormented screams of dead workers,
the cries of broken babies,
all these sounds will pound in your ears,
as you think of the possible maybes.
Can you escape from the pain you created?
will the thirst of the wounded ever be sated?
can you ever repay to all you ever hurt?
will you be able to save your precious expensive shirt?
your the one who killed this world,
you and your stinking greed,
so your the one who can fix it,
you and your swollen creed.
You never took notice when we bled,
from the sights of agony you sped,
and now we stand and no longer kneel,
for theres nothing left from us to steal.
The men and women shall fight to last,
to wrong the pains of their past,
and you'd better hope they have mercy,
or this is the last day you feel regret,
you'd better hope they can reconcile,
or upon your throat will the dogs be set.
ask yourself this as you die,
were you a good man?
did you act with moral right?
or did you hurt all in your sight?
you make me vomit just to think,
of all the people you brought to the brink,
and now you dare to plead for your life?
well, maybe so, its worth more than strife.