How many times has anger been made the scapegoat?
How many times do we hear freedom…
For those on the lowest tiers, anyway.
Who are labeled as cold monsters
Even when fuelled by the fire of passion
And the name of Justice
The recipe of America makes a cake,
And the base teir is shrinking
With each bit
From the top down,
Trying to cannibalize our own
We well collapse without a strong, sturdy base.
When will we stop gorging?