Overhead I hear helicopters
different than jets, they beat the air
I think they are carrying death
But I am not allowed to ask
Though I am still Free enough to care.
Rubber bullets, fragile skulls
wake to tomorrow, if luck holds
If you’d been my brother I’d have held the line
but I still have enough to pretend it’s “not quite 99″
Fuck your gold, your pockets and depth.
Deep lies lie deep.
Profit is not my desire, nor my want
comfort safety kindness learning
shame, shame, shame
Hide my face, it’s better that way
At least I can’t see you
while you do your evil to this:
Precious golden world.