Clay Lyrics Critique rap rock

by Jack
(Northfield, MN)

Typewriters produce molten population,
Paper boys toss articles cutting into self relations,
The school to study self, never opened the gates,
Plastering smeared dough same color, same hate,
Sightseers witness cannibal magazine advertisers,
Scope cracks due to blind advisers,
People use society like a walking cane,
Following the direction like a one way lane,
Close to prying open the eyes,
Staff applies more wax to blind produce from the lies,
Herds of cattle lead into limits of wire,
Feed what they give, it's a slave for hire,
Tight chains welded, one after the other,
All races of slaves packaged like butter,
Scientists develop formulas but only few are affected,
Salmonella attacks products infected,
More immune systems shut down, more mechanics with a career,
More brains to dysfunction more robots to mirror,
Suffocation of prey, Brains sink with the titanic,
Organ donors give, their flesh is metallic,
Mile of rope is left for their safety,
People don't see, loss of an opportunity,

Chorus:
Paper spread with an infecting drought,
Pictures of humans vomiting till their ribs poke out,
Eyes witness beauty, mine witness shame,
Cut the cord with perception, radio broadcasts down the drain,
Antennas pick up the signal released,
Broadcast signals to the soldiers we preach

Verse 2:
An army led by the commander in chief,
Abandon my home, fight my right for freedom of speech,
No support from the homestead, No weapons or troops,
My mind a machine gun, piercing the truth,

Grenade pins release, I take the pain,
My body shreds to pieces as my mind ignites in flame,
The smoke from the ashes releases creativity and art,
A letter to the world, a reason for freedom to have a part,
in the universe, the nation, the child on his bike,
The right to protest, my right to stand up and fight,
Pens scribble messages for the head set to hear,
Nobody listens due to religious fears,
Teachings that turn a light bulb on,
Lessons that leave a print when your gone,
Tracks to leave, A path to drag,
One life to change the colors of the American flag,
A war at home, a war in the soil,
Minds placed in technology volcanoes to boil,

Chorus: ....

Verse 3:
Shovels shake the dirt, break the propaganda surface,
Maybe science and freedom have a deeper perpose,
Breaking the soil, to the depth of the soul,
Undergoing surgery that pressures the mind to mold,
Clay strategically designed,
To never lose shape, for nothing to be defined,
Paintings on the fridge, a self portrait in crayon,
Another child held by societies hand,
Colony moves everyone survives,
Free men disperse, they begin to rise,
Nation of disgrace manipulates over time,
Mechanics turn to puddles, robots mime,
Hardware sinks in the aquatic,
Floating few remain to be individual products,
The hardest war fought has never fired one shot,
The war of the minds can only end with thought