Talkin' Bout My Demographic

I only call long distance
 This town is bad for business
 Do anything in defense of
 This declaration of independance
 I want an army to kill for
 I want a leader to fight for
 Something to crystalize
 Instincts that i should die for
 Our tounges are cut from our mouths
 Just as we learn to speak
 Replaced with sacks of venom
 Just as we learn to think
 There are no rhymes anymore
 There are no voices to say them
 I want some satisfaction
 I need some satisfaction
 I can't no satisfaction
 Talking bout by demographic
 Bigger than my swollen heart
 Beyond my own front yard
 Empty museum world
 We only fill shopping carts
 Twenty thousand lonely leauges
 Through winding city streets
 The world is on it's feet
 Shining like mercury
 Out loud there is no sound
 We compose in our heads
 Try to listen and we
 Only stop making sense
 A foreign tounge that they can't participate in