Wednesday, February 9, 2011

What The United States Really Looks Like

Hi, I'm a Slave of District 12. How 'bout you?

"12" is said to be the symbol of cosmic order. Okay, fine. The Federal Reserve is not the boss of the Cosmos.

All of us are victims
Confined by enigmas
Without solution
Your frozen thoughts don't let you

A prisoner of your own trap
Slaves of an infinite pain
What will be the limit?
What will be the end?

Life ends
Feeling death
Slaves of pain

Seeking new paths
Don't be tied to your mistakes
Run away from this
Uncured sickness

Open your eyes
Don't lose your steps
Liberty is a dream
And it is also real

To die to run away
To forget what I've been
To erase my past
To kill my guilt

Life ends
Feeling death
Slaves of pain