Manifesto, Part the Second: In Which We Say No.

If my whole life is going wrong
I'm going strong
I'm going wrong with it

there is no used to be
now there is only me
forcin' and fightin'
a break in the line
a peace over time
but I'm fine,
I'm on fire.
Oh no, it's come to blows
can't stop it, can't force it
oh no, you're---
Break.



congratulate the overtake
I'm underweight, up to fate
to reignite our overture
fuels and cellphone wars
consumer globe, give in
be the whore
you've come to know
in nightmare;
she's right there
breathing heavy on the overpass
throat full of glass
just stop for a second
and push

I was never the angry girl
coolin' down an overheated
word's world of discussion,
elation and population?
that was not me,
upset in society until today.
put your boots on
dig those roots in
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
we're going to war.

I can't breathe no more
this whole place's fucked to bore
an incision a question
of morals and ethics
how do you
live to be electric
in a place so undone
a place with no guns
you hear me, Lenore?
I have rise, I am comin
I am comin for
your Angels.

I have yet to wreck this savage beast
with these lines from underneath
for I wake in a pace
that demands a silent compensation
a new, forgiving nation
of nuclear physic and cold mnenotic
an understanding of heat
a lineback beat
by all odds and under sedation
that requires further contemplation
Break---




you want the world
I'll give you en fuego
sick of playing with lego
when's a girl of my intellect
even learn to reflect
and pass on?

I tell you never,
the day we surrender our souls to your machines
the day my wife becomes unclean
the day your future is unseen
the day invincible
becomes invisible
and think on it
because I'm not tired,
I'm wired,
I been fired from every job I ever had
my mind refuses to commit
my body remains unfit
they just look for a trick
to get rid of me
Break---




I'm riled up, boiled over
you'll see my body lyin' on clover
the day I go down
peace will never be found
my voice is a riot
the one piece you cannot quiet
on overload
O overlord
I'm fit to be tied
dancing with knives,
poking holes everywhere I go
you cannot stop this flow
it's me and her
him and them
all places you see are houses to mend

No man is a fool to give up what he cannot to keep
to gain
what he cannot lose.
Think on this.

THINK ON THIS.