raise the devil sigh when i feel empty inside
show love to the crowd
what crowd ? im thinking out loud again
my thoughts are attacking my mouth like bacteria
they want out , they have something to say like a war cry
raising there weapons and fingers in anger and fear
the world is to calm we need to grasp it in our palms
but there so moist from writing song and polishing guns
were not violent but our minds is wind that cut your skins
and let the blood fly away mixing with the nitrogen
will probably catch some and try human cloning
we need an army to overtake every city
reminiscing of zombie movies we want to corner every living thing
then 28 months later were standing on top of the worlds tallest tower
raising our hands so the mortals understand that this is a new movement
walk and write , smoke and take flight , eat and feast , hugs and love
this modern hippie's dream is far better then oil spills or suicides after killings
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