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Transfixing remedies with suicidal tendencies


	Rocket to the moon, on the highway to hell And strap ourselves to a dooms day device Flying through the sky like a burning angel As death is romanticized with an afterlife promiseAnd they will never catch up with us, ahead We're high as a kite and dead as a zombie - On faith making us numb with the bullsht fed And the puppeteer cries for joy, triumphantly Flying colors whoosh past like a kaleidoscope And the demon of hell's gates open to all of us And we rocket round the world, riding your pope. We're the cynical corrupt syndicate, causing world fuss You conservatist martyrs, socialist blood suckers You know nothing of the future, the reality of it all We're the future and we're fed by corporate mother fckers And we're blasting through like an orgasm, having a ball Hide the children from the reality and rape them of it Let them see the colors in the shadows as it all goes red See them dying slowly on the streets, the wrist with the slit We're the cancer, the zombies, and we're already dead Stand aside mum and dad, see us grown up today We were yesterday’s tomorrow, now we're just like you Aren't you so proud we revolted in disgust and disarray? And it’s the shadows in the dark, the light which is true. *Written by Mitchell Thompson* Submitted by Mitchell Thompson