War on war is nothing more than war

and now we got bullet-proof baby blankets

our digital souls manic and depressed

killing each other over our opinions of God and love

history now bleeding from Polaroids

Christmas trees now strung with bandoliers

enslaved by the dollar

enslaved by work

enslaved by worry

enslaved by this beloved freedom

We sever dandelions with blowtorches

before the spores can even be born to the wind

we label each other like products

which ones are disposable?

which ones are not?

which ones deserve a good bombing?

which ones deserve to be starving?

which ones are worth saving?

And the decisive scissors are held by madmen

cutting away the undesirables from the cloth of life

snip, by snip, by snip

the masses beaten down daily

and yet the masses keep elevating these fools to positions of power

antichrist venom spewing from their tarnished guts

money brewing madness, always madness

the richer the fool, the more dangerous the fool

for that fool, that bigoted masquerade

can buy his way

into an ugly history

and you paid for it

you selected it

you chose it…

Just sandpipers on a wave

floating the way that they say go.