Bone

You want a plea for peace
No
You want to hide
You want to live behind a blue polyester curtin
and play cloak and dagger games
But you forgot games go both ways
and i dont care for your game of sorry

Youve lost touch with the world
Youve lost touch with mother earth
Youve lost touch with what it once was

To be a man, to feel the bloodlust
To know combat, and conquest

To evolve

You have become the pervervial cockroach
You are a coward that hides behind a liberal world

I will feast tommorow on the flesh of the weak