No repent
No surrender
No descent
No commandments on the wall
No god, no rules to scare you all
I'm here to take you forwards
You gotta kill your stupid fears
You got your whole life
You'll need a sharp knife
Don't wait!
Cut through the system's rules
Less is more for the fucking fools
If you wanna take the prize
You got a world to fight
Go on!
No history
No repent
No surrender
No descent
No commandments on the wall
No god, no rules to scare you all
Some rhythms must remain
Unbroken riots in reverse
You take the front line
I'll find a good rhyme
Get to it!
Don't cling to faking scores
The base is solid and in place
Just take the first cut
We'll get the time right
Don't wait!
Use the wisdom of ancient sages
Call out for heroes
Who will be the creed
Of a new political faith
Use the language of misunderstanding
Disguise it
Occupy Wall Street
And judge the intentions of those we don't trust
No history
No repent
No surrender
No descent
No commandments on the wall
No god, no rules to scare you all
No history
No repent
No surrender
No descent
No commandments on the wall
No god, no rules to scare you all
12 comments:
Hey man, is that Freedom Rock?
Well TURN IT UP!
Plato's cave...
Perfect Rx for a rapid descent to our earliest state of existence as brutish beasts without language, culture, society, or civilization in even its most rudimentary form.
The express route to barbarism where only the Law of the Jungle and Survivl of the Strongest and Most Ruthless prevails.
Won't it be lovely when life becomes "nasty, brutish and short once again –– just as it was "In the Beginning?"
Throwing the probverbial baby with the proverbial proverbial bath water never has been and never will be a good idea.
S–T–O–P the M–A–D–N–E–S–S!
...a fresh start. How exciting!
T____E____R____R____I____F____Y____I____N____G____! would be more like it.
I recommend outlawng pregnancy, then killing all the pregnant women, infants and children under the age of eighteen to spare them the agonies certain to be in store for humanity in the not-too-distant phewchore.
It all starts again on Nov 4.
Comes now FreeThinke with his far left plan to kill everyone for their own good.
Yawn.
...and Beamish to mock the Mock Turtle...
You can’t think how glad I am to see you, again, you dear old thing!" said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice’s, and they walked off together.
Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.
“When I’m a Duchess,” she said to herself (not in a very hopeful tone, though), “I won’t have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well without—Maybe it’s always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,” she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, “and vinegar that makes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know—”
"Enough of this mawkish mendacious amiability! OFF WITH hIS HEAD," the Duchess said.
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'I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!'
CHORUS.
'Wow! wow! wow!'
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