The Poverty Draft

Suppose we lived in a world without war
Think for a second about what we're fighting for
The veil that blinds your fate
The mask that binds your face
How do we walk alone amongst the madness in stride?
Honest Abe tells lies
But who will survive?
Dynasty glasses and man made floods
To drive out the masses
The earth donates blood
Salt water to drink
And we damage our lungs
Who cares about life
Brains against guns
Brawn against bones
Divided the lemmings
Who killed Brian Jones?
Who started these killings?
Atticus Atticus, Ichbod Crane
Who fell down a mountain
While playing a game
Mysterious mind
Personality traits
They wish we were normal
Because I fucked all the saints
And I ripped off their wings
With my trustworthy dagger
Wearing a generals hat
I woke up with the Wagner's
Shouted at the barkers
In their cult like demeanor
They were broke
It's no joke, I think Gypsies are cleaner
They say that life comes with struggles
And studies abroad
For uncertain answers
Ask the children of god
Children of men
And women who cook
They read the holy bible, but never a book
Well, that's just the green that we live on these days
Not a red red sea
Or a hollowed out maze
For the great of mankind
Let us learn from our mistakes
We're faster than the fastest
Yet still in last place