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letra de tidal waves - donquixote

[intro: don quixote]
the state calls it’s own violence law
but that of the individual, crime
max stirner

[verse 1: don quixote]
cannon fodder for climate change
standard slaughter in tidal waves
d-mned to wonder the type of hate man can conjure to wipe away
a populace and his conscience, sleeping peacefully sound
apocalypse at it’s onset, kingdom’s guillotine bound
where operatives and their pontiffs steeped in deities foul
come toppling from their optics eaten easily now
it’s impossible to fathom til it kicks in the door
colossal grows the atom when it’s split like a score
i’m hostile towards the strata that’ll spit on the low
with a closet full of satin winning chips off of woes
living within the systems perpetuating the cycle
sicken men with religion where education is vital
picketing for a pension and regulations are fine though
the wickedness of them b-tches is speculating survival
nothing more american than wholesale genocide
this country’s so embarrassing, the joke’s well recognized
mother nature ain’t laughing, matter of fact she’s p-ssed
from the flames to grey ashes, scattered like happiness
how they proselytize and they ostracize
they’re just fossils alive from a darker time
see how prophets arrive and then martyrs die
and the law wasn’t right it was falsified
now i’m an agent of chaos to p-wns of the profiteers
upholding plagues and the layoffs
the arm with a thoughtless spear
that are flagrant and spray shots alarmed with their noxious fears
staying caged in a grey box and conned by the domineers
i’m ashamed i served this nation but opened my eyes since
to the hate reverberating and spoken where light’s dimmed
blame it on public schools and the history channel
and the brain of a budding youth with a wish to be rambo
reflecting on those days sh-t i feel pretty dumb
i’d be wrestling with the weight if i k!lled anyone
as a henchman for the state and it’s will simply done
turn my weapon at it’s face, f-ck their millennium
there’s a festering rot that seeks to consume the host
sl!ck bedeviling frauds as sleek as a suited roach
it gives menacing thoughts to think that the future’s sold
while they’re peddling slop and scheme on a newer home
feeding you to tornadoes deleting you from the payroll
evening news is a fable deceiving you when they’re able
leading you to the stable and bleeding you til it’s fatal
seeing truth is so painful, they’re eating you from the cradle
now i rock black block and a penchant for blood
from some hogs that talk and are wretched as f-ck
all cops are b-st-rds including those in your family
when paul blart gets blasted i’m rooting for the one standing
til’ squad cars are trashed and we’re shootings robes at the klan meet
i’ll hock bars at crackers and loot their hopes in the stampede
human livestock postal like an anthrax letter
ruins white hot, total and your handbags severed
now that’s what i f-cking call running the jewels
unlike hacks in a stunning fall drumming a ruse
[outro: trcd & brogodzilla]
look at this fool don quixote! he is a raving lunatic!
does he truly believe he battles giants that feast on men?
does he really think the most holy of men in our society to be secretly wicked?

- donquixote

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