Image Of a Modern Man

(the chemistry of confounding life)

At the center of a holy mess

We encase the realm with pavement

Scheme, breed and shit

And then feed off the dead

Then, we're to be delivered

To a promise land

That holy tomes had said we're owed

To just do it again

So whistle while you work

And then shuffle home to bed

Pry open god's empty stomach

Lay down your tired head

It's in your destiny

To shit out two or three kids

Remove yourself from the world around

With a car and mini-mansion

This is your empire!

This is your carved slice of the earth!

This is what you're owed!

So stand tall and reach

From sea to shining sea

And envelop everything

So whistle while you work

And then shuffle home to bed

Pry open god's empty stomach

Dreaming of the life you live...

(with your feet

You walk on the backs

Of an entire world of indigenous meek

Your legs tremble

Standing always attentive

To a system perpetuated

By greed

This chest and arms of ours

Is the blood and brawn

Of a continuing slaves world

And this head

Is what convinces us

To never give a damn...)