Treason

Electric thunder, can you hear their hunger?
You stumble upon statistics, they stumble upon ballistics
Their pain hurts us all, the red phone won't take the call
Try to curtain the truth but you can't erase the proof

Bombs ahead! My parents are dead
The soldiers lead them to their bed
They sleep with eyes open, they still see the molten
Our city burned down, so the queen can keep her crown
God save the Queen, God save my spleen,
Cuz running for miles to avoid the hostiles
Might make it rupture, along with my culture,
We lived in peace til your soldiers came and pissed
On it and claimed the land, we're terrorists on our own land
Thanks for saving us from ourselves with your peaceful bombshells
I broke my leg, can't run no more, I beg
Passers by to take me to a hospital, but they see me as an obstacle
I'm not their neighbour, thus I'd be wasted labour
My insides roaring, my temples bleeding, vultures soaring
Watching me with hunger, shouldn't last much longer
I look at the sky to make sure I have an alibi
And I die.

Let's disturb the war! Bore holes into their core goals
Let's heal our minds and mind for our fellow kind
For we are not frontlines as their cannon fodder,
We are slunk lions roaring with empathy to devour their apathy
Care to see how we will hold the key to the re-
-al way of living, saving and caring for our environment and not for your clientele!
We will no longer be your consumers!
You enslaved us and gave us tumours!
But now it's time to take back our freedom
Break the silence and show you the meaning of treason!

Insomnia 3

To be at peace with a roaring mind
To fall asleep in tears of faith
To twitch and stare emptily and find
That your consciousness is in an imperfect state

Insomnia 2

Dark thoughts, seeds of salvation
Sorrow and suffering soldered by fixation
My mind gasps for breath, seconds of lucidity
Storming thoughts, calm body, physical duplicity

Insomnia...

Dark thoughts, turning over and over
Tired but can't sleep, weighs and boulders
Fighting insanity against all these coverts
I should probably listen to some Mozart

Oh God! Why are all these criminals still kosher?
The truth is hunted and gathered by these vultures
Using fire and fear to protect their cultures
Labeling any opposition as kooky and vulgar

I applaud their appalling nature and irrational behaviour
For they have succeeded in creating lab rats for labour
Who power their power in a pyramid scheme with no pleasure
But are asleep so it doesn't bother them, they all need a saviour

These dark thoughts are drowning me in my bed
Sometimes I float to the surface and breath some air
My mind is intoxicated, I can feel the evil bred
But sometimes I wonder if it's worse not to care