Nacirema

As the screen fiend

Makes you scream

From the shadow of its beam

Ripping your mind at the seam

Shut up and scream

As it comes across the way

To make you pay

For its sacrilegious religion

Think. What’s real again?

What has been is coming back again

Building destruction of the civilly uncivilized

Coming to take you through your eyes

Think of the truth in the lies

Ignorantly educated, it loves you so much you’re hated

So close, we’re separated, purely tainted

Swallowing death in the desert of desperate hope

Here to take you to hell with the pope

Set free with a rope around your throat

Wring loose your noose my free slave

Quick, dig your mounting grave

Proud to be timidly brave

Disregarded, you’re all the rave

Oh, Johnny!

Sign me up to fire the cannons of peace

Filled with the curing disease

When it’s time to start, I’m ready to cease

Like a child, with my clean machine

Sleeping side by side in the silent war

As stones hide, their death is no more

They wash upon the shore

They rise to answer the Corps

Crawling into the holes of the prophets of profit

Teaching you to shoplift

So slow, you’re swift

Leaping through the solid rift

Let your mind drift

As you comb your skin with the white African

Just to fit in

Filled with the glory of the magnificent sin

Feelings of stillness dancing through the flames of Valhalla

Drown you in the bloodied milk

Bought with cheap silk

Your life they reap

Never sleep or weep

Their tri-colored elephant gallops softly

Through the blinding moonset

Take your life with their debt

The sight so deafening

Wipes your mind clean with its dirt

Greet the man in the skirt

He’ll take you to the well for a swim to the end

As we’re ready to begin

Learn to lose to win

Harvest a new born scorn with an outstretched nub

In the West, labor never rests

As the rest marinate in waste

Quick slug, make haste

Your life is a waste

Trapped, like a fly in paste

Pushing the hollow mountain into the creek

For the horrid ecstasy you sneak to seek

If you’re meek, you’re weak

Picking flowers that reek

Of honesty? Of truth?

A lyrical sleuth

They take you through the booth

When you’ve lost your mind, how do you see?

When there’s nothing left, how will you see?

See like the statue with his eyes wide shut

Running to catch his hand

Before he falls up into clouds of red, orange, and yellow

Cut your hair into locks

As you dream of soothing shocks

Feel as the ground rocks

As you leap from the great green scarab

Into the arid jungle of the Arab

Smell the rabid machines

Prowling through the holes

In and through their skulls

In and through their souls

Spreading the raving depression

Leap for joyous sorrow of no tomorrow

My son, in death you return

To your factionally united foreign home

From which you came

To scatter and shatter the shame

You, poor, bastard, you don’t deserve your fame

Wildly tame, taking aim at the transparent mirror

My fuehrer, watch the machine die in the mirror

Its blood becomes less purer

Bleeding into the unknown soil to drink of oil

Slaughtering those in the way with your razor sharp foil

Drowning in the shallow floods

Of crayon crowns worn by donkey clowns

Sweeping plastic leafs off the beliefs of red gorillas

Made to see black and blue stars

Ride through on sheen dinosaurs

Racing to bring down Mars

Making the mighty Aphrodite turn retched with hate

As the Great Sequoya dips into her river

To give her a warm shiver

She steals his bow and quiver

Paints him white in the light of the night

Sets him against the trigger

Dying to meet their figure

As stars rain down all around

Like a monsoon from Jupiter’s moon

Made to bow a knee

No longer can it rise

Take back your eyes

Watch it go back

To the hell from which it came

So lame

Like a unicorn that’s lost its horn

No longer is its loving scorn born

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