No.9

Hallmarks Of A Hypocrite

Fire straight and true,
Onward thinking,
Right over wrong right over wrong
Just as we're told
And just as you listen,
Not me,
Your standards,
Ignorant ideals,
You judge with one hand and
Smoke liberty with the other,
The same hand that holds me under,
Compassion remains hidden, unexplained
While the countless numbers divide subtract destroy,
War child,
You bled all for the best, not this charade,
Easily led by racist reasoning, heroic extinction,
Suicide is murder, murder is entertainment,
These are the hallmarks of a fucking hypocrite,
Back down the civilised spine crawls another
Shiver triggered by a feel good crime,
Digest their chemical depression,
When the truth peels its skin you
See a rotting skull within and
Panic and panic and panic and panic and panic and panic,
Dear God it's you.