I'm Tired of Your Garbage

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Trifling."

I’m tired of your garbage that passes off as art
I’m sickened by your anger, it’s primitive and dark
Can't you think of anything of all there is to be
Must you come off swearingly in dollar’s idolatry.

Your atavistic simple mind is governed by your id
Such lowest level functioning, emotions rarely hid
The finer thoughts of humankind are well beyond your reach
Greed and sex and anger is the best that you can preach.

So raise your level, raise your plan
Raise your kids, be a man
Don't blame me, don’t blame her
Wear responsibility like your fur.

Don't you dare blame me cause you didn’t get ahead
You’re the one who laid down in unlawful slothful beds
You cheat, you steal, and you lie, and you think that it’s okay
Laziness and procrastination and thievery never won the day.

Boldly you pass off talent as tribal chants and raves
Your insolence disgusts me, your morality degrades
The fabric of our culture, coarser by the hour
Things will get no better as cretins acquire power.

Your angst grows like a fungus, it’s ugly and it smells
May all you ignorant gangsters rot away in dismal cells
Police and fireman waste their time chasing crap like you
Our system is too easy on you scum, for the good it’s sadly true.

If you use a gun to commit a crime, your payment is your death
Our society cannot tolerate any more of your vile evil filth.
Though beyond your ken, life is sacred in all its forms indeed
Only the depraved destroy in their lusty ignorance and greed.

So thin out the herd, choose and breed, raise us to a higher plane
Remove the darkest elements for our culture does cruelly wane
As lawlessness reaches a critical state and governing will be undone
You have been warned, the signs are there, civilization’s on the run.

Oh and it’s not like The Powers That Be don’t know what’s going on
Instability in the streets is guaranteeing their powers prolong
Keep the little people crazy and busy covering their naive little asses
Bigger crimes are behind the scenes in boardroom’s dim morasses.

So let the races squabble and moan, a tribal conflict at best
While high in the towers of conceit, manipulation’s someone’s jest
Though this life is short and deceiving, your soul has an honest face
Forgive the jerks infesting your world, attitude’s your winning grace.

So do us all a wondrous favor and lobotomize yourself castrated
Stick a screwdriver in your eye and twist it till your sated
With your mindless drivel and careless hatred you are a caveman still
A notch below Zinjanthropus, I don’t wish to pay your bill.

Sure I’m pissed and so should you be, a race so disappointing
Barely up from all fours, evolution has passed them wanting
A rampant humanoid viral agent is ignorance to be crushed
Those who carry on and proliferate it should openly be flushed.