Brenna Sahatjian
Borders
Your borders must be made of divinely woven golden thread Like a shroud atop the bodies of the symbolically slain sacrificial dead âCause you guard them as if what lay within was the promised land Like once inside the lines one would be delivered from need unto a generous extended hand But when you live within the lines of such distinguishment You see them smiling rich bliss on TV And the want that sleeps on the cold pavement You see the red carpets of the former pass right by the makeshift beds of the latter But the camera angles, they never seem to show anything that might cause that happy illusion to shatter But hasn't this farce been unveiled? this land, the rich man's soul for sale Sold! in the currency of our wage slave existence He may believe in a heaven, he believes he can get in at his checkbook's insistence His god is just a fat cat too And bribery is a sacrament when profit is your religion Their borders must seem like dollar signs, the vertical lines of which point inward Or some inconsequential wimp subdued so easily by your boot-camp brainwashed brutes âCause you're just storming in You're just vanquishing any salvageable notion of self-rule Who need sovereignty when you can just force feed a serum of complicity? Sure tastes like strychnine, but the label reads, âdemocracyâ What do these words even mean, in the smirking mouth of the president? If he assures you that poison is medicine, and wants to feed it to you Do you believe him then too? Come on. The war's not for peace Letras de cancionesIt's just the not-so-new doublespeak And if they've broken your spirit, get it back in the streets In celebratory mutiny. We've got to revel in this resistance It's the only way to stay true to a freedom that was never red, white, or blue Was never voted into existence, the constitution didn't make it legitimate Because it lives inside of you.
From Letras Mania