Our rage must take control of
Their faith in things that don’t exist
Come on, elect a man non-concrete
It’s not bad to have ten more years of weep
To have one more dead
They cut your head
Push you into a dead end

Streams of consciousness
Exploding through the maps
Of tension and madness
If rejected, I don’t neglect
Thrashed for non-sense
No more voids immense
Begging and pleeding for a sinful bless

Our rage must take control of
Their faith in things that don’t exist
Come on, elect a man non-concrete
It’s not bad to have ten more years of weep

To have one more dead
They cut your head
Push you into a dead end

Streams of consciousness
Exploding through the maps
Of tension and madness
If rejected, I don’t neglect
Thrashed for non-sense
No more voids immense
Begging and pleeding for a sinful bless.