My eyes have seen the glory of all that we could be
and shed tears for all we are not.
Complacent, obedient worker bees

assimilate the simulation
to be all we can be, as seen on TV.
Ever blinded by humanity's vanity

oblivious to the ripples we set in motion from cast stones.
And convincing ourselves we're all alone
even when we're together.


We turn our backs to missed opportunities
cast carelessly aside

like dirty needles and unused condoms
in the alleys behind our churches;
where all too often we're taught that

there's just enough religion in the world
to make us hate, but not enough to
make us love...


...And Jesus wept...


Star spangled gangbangers brainwashed to believe that
killing is the only way to live
and you need to take to give.

After all, tell someone they're worthless long enough
and they'll begin to believe it.
Once we fought for freedom of speech.

Nowadays, the people that fought against it wave it like a flag
while having the audacity to cry equality.
All the while, addicted to the notion that

there must always be an enemy
at the root of all of our problems,
never taking the time to

look in the mirror and reflect.

The truth is simple:


...Divided we stand...
...United we fall...


...And in the end
there will be no tears of sadness

or cheers of victory
just silence
and a hopeful curiosity

of what will rise from the fall.