Freedom, Anarchy, and Politics

Die young,
Cause we're living high strung,
As we breathe these words from our lungs,
And regretting what we said from our tongues,
But we have this time to waste,
And a taste,
Of bitterness and spite,
Making us the scourge of the night,
Cause after the lights go out the filth runs free,
Take a walk after midnight to see,
The drugs and violence of the underside,
This divide,
Between reality and sickness around,
As we walk on tainted ground,
So as I write these words in graffiti,
It's an unsigned treaty,
Being tossed in the flames,
These callas games,
Of cat and mouse,
Living under this hell house,
That we call a government standing,
As they're demanding,
Our hard earned dollars,
While they loosen their collar,
Glutinous pigs writhing in their false wealth,
As we struggle with bad health,
They poisoned our society with lies,
So see trough the disguise,
Terminate this cancer,
And perhaps then we shall find our answer,
Hidden in the desk of the presidential dictator,
The sole instigator,
The traitor our brothers and sisters elected,
And now it's reflected,
Onto the backs of working people and kids,
Selling lives to those with the highest bids,
These rats need to be destroyed,
So please avoid,
The law of attrition,
Cause we've got our ammunition,
To take it over the top,
And put a permanent stop,
To your disgusting ways,
So let's see how it pays,
To be on the other side of the table,
As I hang the fascist from a cable.