Crisis - Politics Of Domination Lyrics
I have come to accept myself. But I still reject all theshit you stuffed in my mouth. Justification in my rage,Born into hope then led to a cage. So go on and buryme,like I was never here,never part of history. Denythe crimes committed in my name. Mutilate my cunt,errect a dick in it's place. You have come inside of me,bloodied and vicitimized my matrilinear history.Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to aCage. The Culture now yours, A man and his whores,subjugating our dreams, armageddon phallusies.Blowing your whistle and shooting your load,propagating illusions, enforcing control. Hoping i'dquietly dissolve into history. Disciples of Aristole,Pretend you're all powerful. Cold, rich and impotent,Vampyric. They'll kill you in the end, If not in bodythen in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Paintingpictures of history, with a self-rightous sense ofartistry, all distorted and Exclusionary. Not at allvisionary. They'll kill you in the end. If not in bodythen in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Feeding off thelost. No minds of their own. Breeding us to follow andbe devoured. One day your life bleeding kingdom willfall,and i'll be there laughing saying" I told you so".So burn all the witches and black out your lies. I'lluncover your secrets, one at a time. These bones are anarmy. They Carry me to face my enemy.
