contempt – Loopcircus

Abandon your solemn post… point your crooked fingers east. See the morph respect => contempt… feeding lives to the beast. And corporations rule… turning fear into gold. Atrocity becomes the norm then we realize we’ve been sold.

Questions after profit!
Questions after profit!
Questions after profit again!

She’s got a bee in her bonnet… a dose of apocalypse… a bee in her bonnet again.

She don’t see the dance… the multi-faced political game… jingo propaganda always cuts in many ways. A Satan great… an evildoer all depends on where you stand. It’s a path… a destination… cooler heads must command.

Sing the gospel truth!
Sing the gospel truth!
Sing the gospel truth again!

She’s got a bee in her bonnet… a dose of apocalypse… a bee in her bonnet again.

And yes… they hate… but not abstractions. They hate people mindin’ their business… keepin’ them down… and killin’ their kids!

She’s got no patience for other… riders on her commute… the slow… the lost… the sick… the old… or just takin’ in the view. Humility and common sense out the window when she drives… angry aggression… she won’t wait… she’s just tryin’ to survive.

Not enough time!
Not enough time!
Not enough time again!

She’s got a bee in her bonnet… a dose of apocalypse… a bee in her bonnet again.

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Forever fight for peace… war at home. In silence you may speak… ’bout war at home. And air contagions breed… war at home.

And you won’t know but you’ll fight the war at home!

Everywhere you go… you hear the dogs… it’s all the rage on the Internet blogs… and no relief soon to be found… breathe the toxic fog of your Danger Town.

Punks and freaks embrace… war at home. And Mom and Dad belie… war at home. And crafty media oozes toward… war at home.

But the children shout revolution… waging war at home!

Everywhere you go… you hear the dogs… it’s all the rage on the Internet blogs… and no relief soon to be found… breathe the toxic fog of your Danger Town.

A new contempt pervades in business class… and religious militia enforce their holy will. With luck they’ll crown their pious king and crush the people’s will to flock. The tanks are in the street… the troops around the dome… a creeping coup de tat.

The sides no longer hear… war at home. And rancor can endear… war at home. And bileful hasty claims… war at home.

And angry shouts cannot douse the war at home!

Everywhere you go… you hear the dogs… it’s all the rage on the Internet blogs… and no relief soon to be found… breathe the toxic fog of your Danger Town.