Alonso Menendez

I came upon a body broken
Whose last words to me were spoken
“To the sun I flew too near
Now I lay dying here
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You’ve heard Pearly Sweetcake from sunny San Rafael
How she smoked the Calistoga Kid is a story told by Shel
And though this was long ago and many years have since past
Still the rollers are afraid and none will say they’re fast
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The mask sits alone in a box at the far corner of the room. A green glow is emanating from the box. I cower under the sheets of my bed, peeking at it from under the covers. I am afraid of the dark energy. It calls to me in the seductive voice of a million pleasures. It promises of dreams come true but I have seen the nightmare. It is an eternity of betrayal and exploitation that consumes the soul till only a shadow remains.
I have been exiled from paradise and can only to see it from the other side of the mirror. The future is chaos and I am alone. I traded innocence for pain and believed in wisdom where there was only failure, chasing illusions that will never replace the emptiness left behind from what is lost.
This is a candy land of lies that stains the hands with the blood of victims never known, blurring the line between right and wrong and uses the art of rationalization to divide ourselves from our sins in the hope that we not be damned. We are dancing with morality all along avoiding her eyes. Do not look into her eyes. You cannot be blamed for what you did not see. I didn’t know. There was no intent therefore the fault cannot be mine and so the consequences of karma are escaped. It is the way of the world.
I am but one voice being overwhelmed by the deafening roar of the machine, having no other options other than to be crushed by the gears and cogs or to surrender to the machines influence in exchange for the comforts that offer no comfort. They are temporary luxuries that fade with time into a mist of insignificance.
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Left hand or right hand?
Is the answer they demand
Would you rather we cut off your left hand or your right hand
What part of the question don't you understand?
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Twisted brain
Shredding time and space
Destroy all rational thought.
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Na na na na, na na na na
Hey hey hey, gooddbye

The coffin is lowered into the ground
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I stand accused of sowing seeds of revolution
Against the institution
By preaching love as a solution
Against the mental pollution
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America
Amerika
Ameri-k-k-ka
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Que bola acere, hola and good day
Bienvenidos a todos, que pasa U.S.A.?
I was born of this country
So she holds my home but not my history
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