Squeeze from The Woods by Olmecha Supreme

talking about... Violence

What makes you think that dark and nefarious deeds
can only be committed by those who walk around with veiled eyelids?
What about those who smile in your face
and strike in silence?
American psychos in the board room
dispatching Numerical violence?

They would justify it,
and thing to stop a riot
but don't question the bottom line,
I dare you to flipping try it.
Sanction the bombing and suicide of the piloyts
increase the peace and the tension
with the populations regulated diet.

I don't buy it.

Welfare queens on the parade
but I'm not talking bout poor mothers
but those who make the freaking grenades
and bombs and firearms and tanks for banksters
thanks to the scapegoated poor
they blame it on the poor flipping gangsters

like some one gunned no one is more dangerous
then an army of militarized police dogs on the leash of megalomaniacs
with eugenic thoughts,
the desire to replace us all with asexual robots
held hostage by false flag terrorists
and placed in a digital coffin

the things they do
the things you don't see
don't think that it's you
you think that it's me

the things we do
the things that you see
you think that its you
don't think its me

the things they do
the things you don't see
don't think that it's you
you think that it's me

the things we do
the things that you see
don't think that it's you?

huh?

We fight in the circle with fists
under the sword of Damocles
in the form of a nuclear satellite missile,
blame civilian groups, and fear paramilitaries
but to me an unrestrained security apparatus
is that much more scary

let's get honest,
the hornets nest approaches
jeweled wasps discuss a way
to impregnate ignorant roaches
with soul poachers
demons in human flesh
worship the spirit of destruction
until there's nothing left.

But two swords keep each other sheathed.
if mutually assured destruction is possibly to be believed
it's the maddness
power vacuums and mushroom clouds
or an unrestrained hand smacking the face of a rotten child,
then he grows up mad like,
"Damnit, I hate my dad"
and when he becomes a father,
a fist doesn't seem that freaking bad.

discipline. no sign of affection
ninja warrior trauma sends them off in death's direction.

HAH!

the things they do
the things you don't see
don't think that it's you
you think that it's me

the things we do
the things that you see
you think that its you
don't think its me

the things they do
the things that you see
don't think that it's you
you think that it's me

the things we do
the things that you see

Because we have no natural predator,
could be the question.
but when the enemy is us
who do we turn for for protection?

Everyday is the cross roads,
still standing at the intersection.
Beating our hands bloody
can't see we're fighting our own reflection.

an outer space virus with a dead mind infection,
or life's defense against those who defy natural selection?

only the strong survive,
cause the weak already died,
meanwhile the living dead inside
are walking around with no sensation

fried in the headlights
flies in the way of progress
night driving across the milky road
headed straight for your address like...

"are you ready?"
"yeah"
"get him!"

left hand so fast he won't know what frick hit em.
poison in the water cup,
gloves laced with snakes venom
congratulate the gladiator
reward him with willing women.
for a second the faces of the fallen,
maybe he can forget them
or keep him distracted from the fact
one day you won't even need him...


the things they do
the things you don't see
don't think that it's you
you think that it's me

the things we do
the things that you see
you think that its you
don't think its me

the things they do
the things you don't see
don't think that it's you
you think that it's me

the things we do
the things that you see
you think that its you
don't think its me

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