The Merry can dream American Dre...

A merry man sees a fairly grand scheme, comparing bad things to sharing happiness caring and freedom, blaring 'allegiance' when flaring flags freed and still he believes in, Mary and Jesus, sacred. Prays demons will shake his hand leaving the merry man’s soul in his very grand greed and give him brands. Goals are the very last things that are buried. His sole purpose is to succeed since every man’s self is by every man. Selfishness is the language that the merry man hears and still he Stays seated in a tour bus, taking a tour of, road to riches, metamorph him into prosperous little whore for little progress into positive stepping forward into darkness forests and deforest all the poorest emotions when their potent, Seeing the opposite of progress in congresses. Consume, Conform, confess, convey a new unworn message that says, stay tuned, don’t learn, ingest all day. Constitution, Congress, computation, contacts, contact will cause enough humans to bomb back, calling of students is on tone, when it’s all in the music, he’s on that, and the falling of beautiful men, is stopping when using these words, the sovereignist countries are strength but when all of us moving as one, it will haul us all into amends. Leaving vainest of meanings; piling patriotic platinum buildings; gasping the billions, acting, banking, and having our children grabbing top ceilings of opportunities and having lax, never asking permission. Hedonism, power, peacefulness surrounding, weaknesses of cowards aint seen enough around and all criminals accounted to minimal allowance, principles of peasants that are pivotal are visible in physical and printed on the constitution, rights left, in the bombs excluding lifes that, terror Taliban uprooted might just, protect the population when apocalypse is nigh, rest and invest the hours fueling price pests, but the people want Kamasutra’s vices learn how to fuck the world under constant music like the songs of Buried omissions of people on streets, blurry religion of Uncle Sam scheming, overbearing man’s feelings but he’s chasing time, while he's catching them ticks, amazing grace defined The American Dream in a state of alarm cuz the merry man’s asleep.

The Merry can dream American Dreams. (3x)

(Silence)

When the merry man wakes, rubs his eyes and he asks himself, why he’s in a very bad state, well last nights that are passing. well, he was carrying weight, of sad times – all the classes felt, all the carrion’s grace, and his mind didn’t ask for help, so he buries himself, in his blind drunkness distilled and his television’s face, he was lying now he’s standing still, he can tell religions fake, when he finds all these lies bout Heaven/Hell, he needs no answers, snakes at the night they don’t bite cuz the merry man’s brave and the price of his life when ignorance is proof, snake bites don’t apply to the berries and grapes, it’s his right take a bite from forbiddances of fruit

cause now him surrounded by varied land states,

tragedies, every damn day,

magically, tell him man’s hate,

has to be, imperative. Say

‘Aids victims don’t need our help’,

‘Racism is dying itself another color.’

‘Place sickness in the free healthcare,

and we’ll raise children to cry in defensive undercover,

because you see merry man All that matters is legality, I could kill you, kill you, kill you too if it wasn’t a formality, and I’m your Uncle, Uncle Sam, I fight wars and love you, do you love me, no, well too bad! My brother and your father America would be disappointed if I had to put your down while you’re staring up, look around, look at the rights and wrongs and I’ll tell you whats left. What’s left is God, Love, and barest BUCKS. Tell me what, you want, hell be hot, if I’m wrong, you can run, from me RUN FORREST, RUN but if I’m right, you won’t be able to look away, soberly paper is good at every day, I’ll have you stuck like a plucked chicken in my talons, I’ll fly with you to Mount Rushmore, count tonnes more of my rount up scores and pounds of gore around the world, then have you set down have you look at my crowns that I’ve melt down into gold and kept as a thrown, have you kiss my bald eagle head and make a quick meal of you to feed my all lethal bread blood, tears as a drink to wash down your soft peaceful flesh. Yes. I am Uncle Sam, and I am similar to Satan, spawn of all the blood you’ve shed, and I am from the founding fathers and family of the United Snakes, and you will never escape from my sight, alive.’