Wild Flowers and Tourniquets

I’m sick
Sick of this wasted beauty
Sick of this wasted love
I’m sick

Sick of finding lies in the truth finders glove
The lying courts and corrupt law dogs
The fishy bills and disregard for humanity
Sick of worshipping these losers sacred vanity

Yet those who fight for truth, the valiant ones
Are all stuck under the corrupt giants’ thumb
For every citizen is a felon in one way or another
It’s just a matter of time before they come for you.

We came here together,
now we must climb each other
Or perish under each others feet
It’s time to decide: will I be a slave ?
Or will I be FREE?

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