Our House

To
whom it may concern, the goons are taking turns,
manhandling the planet, making mother burn, our
seeds will never germinate upon a scorched earth, no
wonder they've been tunnelling beneath it like worms.
It's
not for everyone, they're only taking some, the
privileged are getting in for submitting their funds, and
even though it's mostly those who blotted out the sun, their
guilt gets eclipsed and acquitted with their sums.
It
isn't really fair, but they don't really care, their
bad blood parents never taught 'em how to share, they're
empty in the empathy department, it was bare, they
went to market looking for the bulls or the bears.

But we live here too, stop making it weird dude,
all for one and one for all billion musketeers too,
if you're speaking 1%, we won't hear you,
there is no masses vs. the few, we're you!

Our house... in the middle of this heat,
our house... makes it difficult to eat.

The only "us vs. them" is coming from within,
the lie that binds us from finding our purposes,
it's a serpent's tongue that prevents us from,
trusting one another enough to live in love,

what a dirty trick to enlist the rich,
with some fear of lack at the flick of your wrist,
now they're addicts for power every hour they live,
under the sick influence of a wicked which,

shit's the same as rape every time you make,
another wraith ready to take off others' plates
what's the shape of your estate if you can't relate?
Ashes to ashes, play with fire get burnt at the stake,

welcome, all sisters and brethren,
hell comes from the house of Slytherin,
if and when those reptilians try to enter in,
render 'em snake skin belts for your next of kin,

Our house... it's a riddle we can keep,
our house... maybe now we'll get some sleep.