propaganda
propaganda
by Wolfgang Nibori
why will no one step forward, smash down that bloody door
all the ants trailing towards the Raid bait, staggering away again
they’ll come back, they always do. so hooked on killing you
glass eyes, red welted, reverse gasmask inhale it
screeching tires after lights out, knock-a-knockin’ broken door
toss you from the speeding trainwreck, drowning for a shore
keep hiding, gonna getcha all’s fair cause i love war
gonna getcha, keep hiding, what they can’t do i’m improvising
hear you, read my declaration. next comes napalm saturation
burn oh burn oh flames consume, strip all shelter swift from you
laser-guided exploding mother she shall tuck you into bed
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