beat horses

Lost in the mirror he turns around
Can’t find the source of the hypnotic sound
Face to face with himself, he starts flee
Chain snaps tight holds him easily
Lizard lounge singer stolen from the wild
Not yet a man not still a child
Voice harnessed to the spokes of the machine
But slumbering in slavery boy still dreams
Dreams of shedding this suit of chains
Leaving behind casino gigs, ya dig?
Getting out in the wide world and havin a ball
Making his mark and standing tall
living the dream he could have it all
but then the bubble pops and the cork returns
and he stands up to give the wheel another turn
caught in the chains that he can’t break
well aware that life is at stake
musical thirst he can never slake
unquenchable fire within the heart
all it takes is a spark to start

there’s a man behind those tables / a slave to the beat
there’s a horse in the stables / slave to what he eats
and there’s a victory to be had, lying at your feet

So ride the horse jockey win the race
Hop on the bass and sit on the face
Let out a roar straight from inside of you
Scream to the sky, hey GOD SCREW YOU!!!!!
[Repeat]
like what has god ever done for thee?
lizard boy orphaned at the age of three
Living on the streets fighting for his life
Got nothing in life but roiling strife
War and famine surrounds the head
Dead all around but we live instead
Those who are dead inside are the ones who thrive
Jackal smiles hide the teeth
Watch the eyes before they leap
Stand strong and back em down
Lion roar win with sound
The beat is a battlefield and life is a song
But god don’t care when shit goes wrong
So draw your power back from the sky
People understand you’ve been fed a lie
The power is yours, the miracles real
Rediscover what it means to feel
Drop your guns and start to heal
Cry on salted ground covered in orange peels
Smashed fruit all around, guts spilled
Seed wasted never to grow
Never to know another joy, another sunrise
How can you justify this with your lies?
Ain’t nothing so sad as when youth dies
When innocence shrivels and wonder leaves
Soul crushed tears fall like leaves
Nothing left inside, barren branches
Hollow heart makes morbid dances
Dance of death in the future night
Lit by thousands of corpse lights
Corpse of bodies, grove of trees
All fall down before the breeze
Gale of progress, tempest of profit
Winds of change what they call it
Killing thousands lining pockets
Murder is as easy as singing dockets
Death warrants issued a thousand miles away
Drones drop bombs and feel no pain
No heart inside but death from above
And tell me God, where is the love ?