Bombs Over Providence / Protest the Hero
The day civil glory dismembered my civility I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea Drowned the ancient East in western progress Custom and the least of all our pride and sentiments Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend That's ever been put on trial Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend That's ever been put on trial The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery; The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason, the treacherous use Employed by the bastard sons of American forefathers who keep this fire burning With the flesh of their would-be American daughters, daughters, daughters, daughters!! What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on? Us who fought the monsters of our country's crowded closet Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn't flawless Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did Who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet And I'm still a cigarette softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray I begged this place to let me burn, and it whispered, "burn away."
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026
We woke up as men, but tonight Tonight we'll sleep as killers As we break the cryptic morning With a bullet and a prayer The steel never seemed so cold and agile And a life never seemed less vital and fragile With a heart that's beating Louder than my own I watch a girl they call Kezia I watch a woman that I know My hope and my own future, blindfolded (To atone) To atone for a sin I didn't care for But a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children That burned my smiles and cigarettes And no one ever Said that hope would be so beautiful And no one ever Said I'd have to pull the trigger, on her I can't even still her trembling hands That were locked up by the dutiful And the obligated Five soldiers forever sedated With the "No one's responsible" Pathological drama of our Social justice dribble, dribble, dribble Her tiny steps tell lies About the choice I have to make (Resurrect a static lifetime Starve to death my own mistakes) Pull the screaming trigger And watch your carcass bleed me dry Or drop the gun and try to shake away The blindfold from your eyes? Drop the gun (Pull) Drop the gun (The) Drop the gun (Trigger) Drop the gun! Sin I didn't care for But a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children And burned my smiles and cigarettes Sin I didn't care for But a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children That burned my smiles and cigarettes
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026
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