Target Audience
by Jersey D Gibson
Are the skies going black?
Cant tell if my eyes are open.
Putting knives in babies backs,
Will this blood flow lead to something?
Held my breath since I shot Kennedy,
Feeling like I did no wrong.
These holes in my hands are draining water,
Cupped to hold your essence in
Tell me now was God your scapegoat?
Oliver North couldnt tell a lie
Hanging off a tree in the shape of a T,
Arms spread to hold us all together
Before the bullets hit,
Lasers pointing to ensure aim.
Can we escape what weve created?
Rip out the heart right out my chest.
Drinking poison to save my life,
Acid rain spills into my eyes.
Oxygen becomes a carcinogenic,
Blood becomes turpentine
Hold your hands up to surrender,
Firing squad wont take its time
Groping hands molests our innocence,
I still hear your goddamn lies
Born under a flag I couldnt trust,
The devil casts the bones once again.
Cheer your heroes, your fools, your saviors,
Cheer the man with his hand on the electric switch.
Lived a lie that there is no cure for,
Truth is nothing but a conspiracy now.
The TV holds your attention and your opinion,
While the gravesites start to overflow.
The authority to cure the minority,
Plastic cards and road signs keep us herded.
Held up at gunpoint is the heart of a nation,
Sold out and whored out, god bless incorporation.
Machine catastrophe predicts Armageddon,
The ticker on the Dow rises and falls.
False leaders are being elected every minute now,
Electric chair has a fast-lane, too
Look at all the unbelievers, the target audience,
Lined with dollar signs and Gucci labels
Look at me; Im pitiful and anonymous,
So full of you it makes me sick
Born under a flag I couldnt believe in,
Locked in a prison with no walls and no escape.
My savior comes on an underwear advertisement,
Hes endorsed up to the wazoo.
Living a lie is nothing but a state of mind,
The shrinks prescribe Valium to keep us in line.
The masses flow down the butchers line,
We walk to hell with a smile on our faces.
08/06/2007
