Third Eye - Thought Industry

Fear’s my love, a lonely habit.

Like a rusty needle my Touch is everlasting.

I’ve seen your God fall dying from

The sky.

The Eagle’s a Vulture sucking at Eden.

Children on a playground one kid’s bigger than the

Rest.

The blind stand beside him.

The weak wither and

Die.

The big kid stands defiant.

Arrogant in his bliss.

Thinks that sinew and knuckles can make him always

Right.

I’ll run from him.

I’d rather hide than be dead.

I’ll run

From him.

I’d rather die than be in bloody slavery.

A Follower.

Without destiny I’ll be done.

Someone lied about God and Country but I have a third

Eye politically.

What will it take to tear it all down?

What does it take to see the U.S. draft’s a lie.

A child in the classroom.

The bastard’s meaner than

The rest.

The meek are crushed below him.

The poor are

Forced to crime.

The big kid stands amoral.

A loser as he Wins.

Thinks he has a worldly view by looking through a Straw.

I’ll run from him.

I’d rather hide than be dead.

I’ll run

From him.

I’d rather die than be in bloody slavery.

A Follower.

Without destiny I’ll be.

Brokers and athletes with rich self-denial.

I’ll choose my Winners by who wear the smiles.

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