Red Leaves

"They're speakin' through me when the channel is clear
 and we got so much to tell you that you cannot bear
 for security i word it in proverbial form
 when just a glimmer turned disturbed about a third of your dorm
 what they're pawnin' for accelerants to excellence will be a lesson
 in free trade, let 'em eat cake for breakfast
 it's better we put a bullet in the press and shoot the messenger
 to send one back in defense of the attack
 second chapter drafted by the masterful, son
 for those with hatchets and guns askin' 'what has to be done?'
 what you become through the process is seminal to
 the progress of the policy we institute
 as it's told, the goal is nothin' but a milestone
 soon as we annihilate the throne, we gon' bring the rank-and-file home
 what's sewn now will flower when the child's grown
 presently dial tone connects, let it be known: you're not alone
 CHORUS:
 silent brigade play the fanfare
 you mountin' up or you gon' stand there?
 saddle in and tie it tight
 fighters of the rite are ridin' tonight
 inner circle, join the outfit
 opposition gettin' ousted
 darkness ain't gon' hide you from light
 fighters of the rite are ridin' tonight
 facin' condemnation ipso facto
 it is no glasnost, the river of cash flow's
 dammed to churn turbines, can't discern a word
 i'm so deaf and left with my insight to survive
 born are we defective or perfection in flesh?
 i may debate [the fact] your human nature is the product of the place of your rest
 not to suggest we're ground in fallibility
 but tread upon it when steppin' inside impalpability
 my shadow fill me, up with fear - cup shallow make it easy on 'em
 deepenin' more often now to see the bottom
 i solemnly swear to god i'm wallowin' in mire
 consequent to my desire fully competent to rectify a
 misstep - rip a stitch in your fish net
 the mutinous movin' this, who the midshipmen of kismet
 land ho, a dead jam restriction on my vocab
 photographed pose, slow the rolls on your nomads
 my militarism menace imperialism we're given
 minutes and kill 'em millin' about without a mission, listen
 argue and quibble the archetypical cure's yours
 heart in you brittle, the arc in the sickle bores forth
 you pen a bill and you'd better get familiar
 really though what they spent on that fence around the basilica's
 senseless, indigenous citizens stripped of privilege
 his eminent demise - immigrants arise
 CHORUS
 the truest opportunists thrive in the maelstrom
 and peddle logic of pedagogues, theodicy failed 'em
 the grant of a planned economy with stars in them eyes
 behind the bars laws to keep the prophets marginalized
 the market supply's entirely outta sync with the demand
 the cost/price analysis invalid and banned
 establish a brand, slap a tag of filth in the inseam
 power to the plant, stream filter the benzine
 chuck call it hustlin' culture, brother spoke to the
 frustrated folkers, they focused, now they're phonin' their brokers
 how they go from the brokest to the dopest lotus whip is
 so the shit, don't trip - you can chauffeur this
 and when it stops, what you got to show for this?
 silver go to tonto with all the other metals in the console
 mobbin' on a comptroller holdin' my thang
 if it's over we're goin' out with a bang, boy..."
 CHORUS