Album: Mindless Conformity For Fun and Profit!
Track: 2

One of my earlier poems, actually; this dates back to 2008, when I was but a wee lad. Still, I think this is probably my best recording to date, even if I did mess up some at the end. Unfortunately, I managed to delete my album art, somehow, but I managed to recover it from iTunes.

Lyrics:

The stripes on your back
Are the price that you pay
For the mindless attack
And the kill of the day.
As you finger the wheal,
As you wince from the pain,
You lust madly to feel,
Or to know you're insane.

But though they all weep,
You split their heads in two,
You are playing for keeps-
You're far from counting coup.
For you wallow in filth,
You've got to take the pill
To escape from yourself
And your personal Hell.

Shove them to the wall,
Quickly pull the trigger,
Watch them one-by-one fall
'Neath your twitching finger.
From the old to children,
You see no difference.
You're just in it to win,
You ignore your conscience.

Gorge on the sorrow,
Glut yourself with the blood,
'Til dawn brings tomorrow
With the carnage hated.
Then it all starts again,
The tears flowing still out
In homage to your reign,
Their never-ending doubt.

Will it ever cease,
This long, mind-numbing war?
Will there ever be peace,
Like the lost days of yore?
Or will stripes on our backs
Be the price we all pay
For the mindless attacks
And the kills of these days?