Armed with his moms credit card in the cloud
Heavy parcels are left at the door
Guarding his rights just as they vowed
Gun laws are dinosaurs
Breaking news on paralyzed eyes
Subconsciously unsympathetic
Righteous rage desensitized
Compassion's anesthetic
Machine gun cop points his saw at the crowd
They look like perpetrators to him
Their hands in the air saying 'don't shoot'
But the shoot-to-kill training kicks-in
Arming the rebels who want to kill us
But we'll have them kill someone else first
Well-planned instability
Time and again rehearsed
Nevada cattleman standoff
Self-proclaimed patriots armed to the teeth
Answers don't blow in the cold desert wind
Twisted misguided belief
We interrupt this breaking news
With new Kardashian booty pics
Justin Bieber took his pants off again
Salacious rhetoric
Gouda Moon
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