Solar Flare

(álbum: Don't Tread On Me - 2005)

Not for lack of a gentle mother
I do lack a mental cover
It keeps on pounding my head
World order, water torture
Exhausted economics
Every day just more comics
In a pissing contest
That started out with atomic bombs
Mom, will they drop the bomb?
Will they think about their children's children
Being born with limbs missing?
There's no one to call
You can't make them stall
I wanna feed them to each other
'Cause I'm sick of them all

How can't you see something's missing
Is anyone listening?
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care?

They got this world locked down, bound and gagged
From the rez in Pine Ridge to that land in Baghdad

When did our leaders
Become bottom feeders?
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care?

They got this world locked down, bound and gagged
With constant fear and paranoia
Toxins in our head

It's just something they know how to do
How to make everyone feel uncalm
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb
It's just something that we got to fight
How to make everyone feel uncalm
Keep us distracted with fuel to ignite

Porno shows, MTV hoes, and on the radio
It's the same fucking song
That's just the way it goes
Culture's referral to democracy's girls
Learn the rules of engagement
Sweetheart this is the world

How can so many sit silent?
Numb to the violence
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care?

They got this world locked down, bound and gagged
With Botoxed Barbie dolls in magazine ads

It's just something they know how to do
How to make everyone feel uncalm
The masses just take it while they turn the screws
Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb
Embodying all that we know to be wrong
How to make everyone feel uncalm
When a war chant becomes the popular song