Everyone's Enemy
Gabriel Duncan

To gain the same ingrained restraints
Kept chained and tamed
Food stamps and road maps
Won't find escape
Maimed in health and genetics
Trained through stealthy poison
And witty homiletics
It starts with a P
Did you get it?
The divide and conquer symphonetics
Nuclear dumping
Drum thumping
Prayer stumping
The motor boiling
In your silly little heads
 
Strumming the heart strings
And killing the heart
Right from the start
A gold mine they said
Let's manifest destiny
No matter if everything ends up dead
 
To the pow-wow
Authentic now
Find all the culture you've been wishing for
 
Mourning the dead
Your hands are tied by the bureaucratic strings
It's a dismal destiny
When all you've got to fall on is that knife in your heart
We'll keep our promises they said
But we all know they were lying from the start
 
So get those utopian thoughts out of your silly little head
And slip on those comfy restraints
Step in now, the water is boiling
Sooner or later we'll make you tamed
You thought it was us you were stumping
You thought we couldn't read the maps
But now the ground is thumping
And you can't escape
The payload we're dumping
Will obliterate your genetics
And the sounds of burning lives over napalm can only be expressed in the thump, thump, thump, of the helicopter's symphonetics
You've been poisoned
There's a vaccine, but you won't get it
Practice your homiletics
Pray with a capitol P
 
This isn't the escape we were wishing for
Trapped in a little pow-wow
Shield your eyes children, it's all over now
 
Don't start
You're already dead
Nothing to save us, no prayers to be said
They told us our nooses will be made with beads and strings
And when we're bled, they'll eat our heart
It couldn't be simpler to manifest destiny
 
It starts with a P
And it's been run through our heads
Because we refused the homiletics
And fought against restraint
We fought for freedom, too; but we never saw it
God, my blood is boiling
This poison
Even with it, I'll never be tamed
No matter to the valkyries' symponetics
They chopped off our arms and called it "stumping"
They raped us, and quantified our genetics
The took a book and dropped it on the maps
And soon they were dumping
Us thumping
Our drums for escape
 
Come fast, come now
This is what you came here for
Gather around, and watch us mourn at pow-wow
 
Luke, it's your destiny
You were dark from the start
Go ahead, use the knife and take the head
Makes no difference if he's dead
We'll decorate it with beads and strings
Don't get sentimental now, do what I said