Riot and Rampage

Sometimes I write songs and completely forget the beat and rhythm to it, unless I've sung it into the D.V.R. or my phone.  Yeah, this is one of 'em.  Who knows, maybe someday I'll remember it...we'll see. <3  In the meantime, a song advocating violence as the solution to the dysfunctional practices perpetrated by the upper class onto everyone else, especially their own customers and workers.

For what it's worth, I wrote it after one of those transvaginal mesh lawsuit commercials, which was followed quickly by a Yaz lawsuit.

Fuck this whole gay earth.


(RIOT)X5

Violence isn't the answer
It's the freakin' question
Abject civilization
Has made slaves of you

Violence isn't a solution
It's just an option
Political correctness
Has made a slave of all of you

Can you feel it burning inside?
The growing restlessness of the people
Share the same rage and madness
BRING IT FORTH, LET IT EXPLODE

(chorus)

IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE WORLDS
OF THE HIGH TO THE POOR
THE ONLY THING THEY UNDERSTAND
IS THE BASIC NUMBERS

AT THE HEIGHT OF THE SEASON OF THE WITCH
AT THE BURNING OF THEIR PALATIAL ISLANDS
AT THE HEIGHT OF THE HEAT OF THE SUMMERTIME
THEY WILL BURN, THEY WILL FUCKING BURN

(RIOT)X4
FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
A FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
HISTORY'S GAME
(RIOT)X4
TEACH THEM TO MESS WITH US

Violence isn't historically accurate
It's the final solution
Old world media
Seeks to enslave

Violence isn't the only option
It's the only weapon
Against those who would dare
Enslave you through class warfare

Can you feel it burning inside?
The growing restlessness of the people
Share the same rage and madness
BRING IT FORTH, LET IT EXPLODE

(chorus)

IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE WORLDS
OF THE HIGH TO THE POOR
THE ONLY THING THEY UNDERSTAND
IS THE BASIC NUMBERS

AT THE HEIGHT OF THE SEASON OF THE WITCH
AT THE BURNING OF THEIR PALATIAL ISLANDS
AT THE HEIGHT OF THE HEAT OF THE SUMMERTIME
THEY WILL BURN, THEY WILL FUCKING BURN

(RIOT)X4
FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
A FUCKING RAMPAGE
(RIOT)X4
HISTORY'S GAME
(RIOT)X4
TEACH THEM TO MESS WITH US

Nothing Is Sacred, All Is Forsaken

Yeah, this is one of those lyrical ones I warned you guys about.

Suffice it to say, it's fairly blunt with the message, and if you have read my Anubis Unit and other songs you can already second-guess what those messages are.

Do I mind?  Hell no.  Sometimes what you NEED is a tac hammer to the skull, get yer bell rung good and proper.  Maybe THEN you'll get pissed off enough to be proactive.

Take the fight to them, don't just bare throat and die.  Don't let them, the Powers That Be, the top-level executives who profit off of twisting laws and paying off political buddies, win by simply doing nothing.

You're just one person.  Taken individually, so are they.

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Nothing Is Sacred, All Is Forsaken

Your leaders have lied to you
Your faiths have all lied to you
Your friends all betray you
The television never told the truth

The government has lied to you
The companies have all lied to you
The beautiful all lie to you
The television never beheld the truth

The future stained, it lies to you
The dream has died, they lie to you
This dynasty under heaven
A house of cards
Waiting to fall

Future's wealth, it lies to you
The dream of the past, they lied to you
This dynasty under heaven
A burning husk
Wither and fall

The media newslets lie to you
Controlled streams of info, they lie to you
Carefully manufactured
The television now sells the truth

The charities you support have lied to you
The future is bleak, it's coming true
The dream has died, they all have lied
"Honest work, and honest pay"

The future stained, it lies to you
The dream has died, they lie to you
This dynasty under heaven
A house of cards
Waiting to fall

Future's wealth, it lies to you
The dream of the past, they lied to you
This dynasty under heaven
A burning husk
Wither and fall
The brass ring
This carrot on a stick
Destined to fall

The Glass Ceiling

So when I'm not working on Taboo 2 or workin' my ass off, I've been workin' these up in my state of delirium.  Just a whoooole lot of memories has surfaced while workin', and y'know what?


I ain't the only one who's been dealt an unfair hand in the land of blue-collar labor.


So I guess you can say I launched into more than a few of these pissed-off poems to get out, and my muse apparently approved of it.


So here's the first of 'em...hope ya like 'em all.


A couple of 'em are actually lyrical, spoken-word poetry, but you'll still get the point... 

To give you guys warning ahead of time, I've apparently used the references of bikes, walking, buses, and cars in two of 'em.  I'm just sayin'.

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The Glass Ceiling

What do you know of work?

Can you ever empathize with us on the ground level?
You up there, you executive types, you office types.
You look down at us during your lunch break, your coffee clutched within your manicured hands.

What do you know of work?

We walk.  We ride the bus.  We ride bicycles, sometimes used, most of them cheap, all of them breaking down.
You ride in nice cars.  Mostly new, some gently used, all of them working.

I can type fast, and without error.  I can file and answer the phone better than any of you.
So what's the difference?  What is that defining line between you and me?
Is it truly nepotism?  Is it that I don't know the right people, or have the right degree.

You make more than us, but we work harder.  We're here for twelve hours, you're here for six with a paid hour lunch.
Our half-hour lunches are unpaid, taken out of our hourly wage.

I am more qualified than any of you up there, and there are others who are as well, yet you look down on me.

On us.

I'd like to think there's some obvious moment, an obvious truth.
Do you truly think you're better than me?  Some of yours is down here too, working,
slaving
in the pit, here with me.

I have never risen to your level, yet there are so many of yours who have fallen to mine.

This isn't success.  This isn't what I want.
I have the certifications.  I have the qualifications.
But because of work history or looks, here is where I remain.

Watching as you watch us
Watching as you condescend to us
Watching as you enjoy us slaving away
And enjoying as I watch each and every last one of you fall.