Inner Station

The time for truth is now gone
Hallow words compose a shallow narrative
We abrogated our sense of wit and intellect
To an instinct low, utterly savage and loathsome
We have finally come. And we have come clean with what we want of you
This moment of time is ours and we have come clean with what we want
And now that we are here, you have our ideals to call your own
This moment in time is ours and we have come clean with what you will be
«You do not speak to him. You listen to him…
The man… he’s enlarged my mind…
He can be terrible, he can be terrible, and he can be mean and he can be right
He’s fighting the war. He’s a great man…
You don’t judge him like an ordinary man
Civilization only comes through him
And his security only comes through you.»
There was never an intent to exit
And there is not now
There was never an intent to exit
And there won’t be soon
There was never an intent to exit
And there will be none
There was never an intent to exit
Iraq of America
(There is nothing. There is no hope.)
Wake up. Open your eyes
A stake in the cradle of civilization
At the expense of civilization itself
An objective for decades finally achieved
Two hundred years of progress back to the savage mind