These Times (part 2 )

31 Mar 2011
These Times (part 2)
Reasoning, reason! Going through the smoke! Rising beginning to break the mirrors your fears your worries, a manufactured dream.The IMF OMFG the birds always sing there, there is no change! The sea of sludge, cars spewing grime. Flashing blue sounds, RTB return to base , quick response , dragonfly's appear, battalions on the ground; grinding our senses in the last stand, black and blue side by side, walking wanting a nod, when instead they're gonna get knocked out!The Iron that divided is an exhibit. The chants that turned to sighs; begs the question! Royal is the difference! Pretending! Hundreds of thousands applying for jobs that is nonexistent. So who gives a shit about a smiling Prince and his bitch. No longer seeing the world through the papers aimed at builders, football fans, house hermit mothers gradually cracking under the proxy cover built on sand a stack of cards so high everyone waiting, wanting, talking, eventually hating! a design! Licking their lips like the Princes bitch that's swallowed, sensing that smell, blood thirsty, as long as it's always someone else! Never believing or evening reasoning, that the cards are beginning to fall, and that everything is manufactured consent!Designed to squeeze you! "an orange? or a lemon?", the advisor asks! Why don't you stick your head up your ass! And see if it fits!Let's see who the "colluding! Money religion monarchy, (hold on! Money! Ark! Alchemy! = Monarchy), monetary beast worshiping papers! Who they're going to represent!" What are you going to be!!?The choice's they give us is the same every fucking day, sirens, no electric, soup runs, where am i gonna get my next spliff? As long as I'm reasoning! Fuck the Royals! And who gives a fuck about the wedding!
Not Me.