Kingdom

Nowadays I feel like I'm on a backtrack

The stage is spinning backwards, the player's a little out of wack.

Give me drips of water in a cage like a lab rat

The music's all in minor key, my clothes are all in black.

Say I look like a funeral, well maybe I am.

Got my lips sealed  tight like the shell of a clam

I give a jab to the grotesque fingers of Uncle Sam,

Bang my head on Heaven's door like a battering ram

I'm trapped inside the unknowable “why”

Kneeling in the middle of a dust storm in Dubai,

with sand caked in my eye so I can't even cry,

Is execution the punishment for wanting to die?

If the Kingdom is here, why do its windows have bars?

If the doctor is healing, why do I have scars?

If there's Heaven above, why do we just see a shard?

If we're covered in love, why are we fighting so hard?

We're livin' in a world where Marines pee on corpses

Millionaires in porches control our portion

The 99% don't even care about the forces

Beyond the numbing drugs that the government endorses

So busy with your sex and your money and divorces

And stuffing your face with burgers made of horses

And of course it's something where we're all involved

The rappers and the ministers can't be absolved.

But when I stare in the face of these demons, I feel defeated

How could the vomit on this earth be deleted?

What is it in this world that goes the most needed?

I know you won't show, but at least you might tweet it.

Hashtag “love?” Altruistic intentions

They might go beyond your i-god inventions

But the cybernetic world has a 3 second attention

So I feel the apprehension as I stand in dissension.

Now my eyes are looking wetter than yours, and a bit redder

Like a down-hill sledder, I'm partying double-header.

Maybe I don't follow all the rules to the letter

and the godly can't stand the smell of smoke on my sweater.

Outside I'm like steel, but there's wounds inside guarded

Can't help but feel completely disheartened

Like there's no way in hell that my mistakes could be pardoned

But maybe above the sun there's something getting started.

Is there something left for me beneath all the marine pee?

Can't understand the plan, it's so dark I can't see.

So cold I can't breath, So loud I can't hear

Is this dream of power just a regime of fear?

Smeared with the blood and confusion and tears

of the suffering around us, but we try to steer clear.

Take a look at the world inside the burning mirror

and scream through the smoke “the Kingdom is near.”