Waco Brain

I talk introverted
Most thoughts lie dormant
Unless closed shutters
Provoke rapid eye movement
And then it’s Waco
For days in my brain
My nerves have turned hostile
I’m boarding up my doors
And locking the fences
I’m discarding, dropping weight
And losing my senses
I’m breathing much better
But it’s all by wire and machine
At least my lack of motor skills
Are keeping my hands clean

Let’s give it up for the O.C.D.

I was waking up
To a bomb and a prayer
They both connected
And blew up in mid-air
But the military be packin’
For circumstances just like this
A list, a list
A list of everyone inside

The suits and helmets
Crossed off names with
Big, black markers
Grenades were dropping in
For visits
But only stayed for the fireworks

Amidst the screaming and chaos
I was slowly growing into my skin
Everyone who has control of this country
Will eventually worship at the alter of corruption
By the sounds of the explosions
I suppose we were in the wrong
But we the people
Have been lied to for way too long

I’m not a man of violence
But it’s time to spearhead
A revolution with the intentions
Of…
Oh, fuck it; forget it
The American people
Are doing their part
By driving hybrids
What a collection of patriots…

“Wars have a way of working
themselves out. No stress is needed.”
Until we’re the country under attack
And our oil reserves have been depleted

Waco, your hearts were in the right place
Just the wrong location and time
But if it’s heaven you believe in
Then I’m confident everyone is doing fine