Technology

I am sick to death of technology 

It's really starting to grind on me 

People walking around like drones 

Clinging onto their mobile phones 

Cameras watching your every move 

Without a care we might disapprove 

We are all in their system and no ones free

They've imprisoned us all with technology 

Maybe there could be a code to crack 

A satellite someone might dare to hack 

To bring an end to insanity  

And bring us back to reality 

Waco, Texas, 93

Smoke rose from the building high 

Ignited by the FBI

As tanks came crashing through the walls 

And CS Gas filled cluttered halls 

Children cried, and mothers screamed 

While outside agents planned and schemed 

These people were no threat at all

But waited for their god to call

Flames then spread from room to room 

This church of prayer became their tomb 

For all inside would burn and die 

Murdered by the FBI

Waco, Texas, 93 

America, the brave and free

Where bullies rule in uniform 

On anyone who won't conform 

And then the lies of their attack 

The claims of "We were fighting back" 

This bullshit that we call "The Law" 

Provoked this holy war