A Letter From God

This city is a beehive

Its deadly and unfortunately simple

One million tree lined streets

With branches like haunting arms

You've swallowed your revolution

You've sold your gift

The walking dead are all made up of plastic skin

The walking dead all force their smiles

Your houses are tombstones

Built on reservation and self neglect

The windows watch your shadows fade

What have you done?

How will you numb yourself next?

Righteousness, you've built yourself a prison

How I wish you were all as smart as you like to think you are

You filthy rats what have you done?

Eat, fight, fuck and sleep, now fill in the blanks

I am floating in space

I am searching for survivors

I am looking for answers just like you

I am watching the mirrors, I spit on my own face

Anger is like laughing at your own jokes

When we become what we claim to hate

I tell you this with one foot in the grave

Here is your cracker jack prize

This is your American romance

Read it to your children when you tuck them in...

Its all in the struggle my friend, its bullets and flowers

Its that soft hum we all hear, but never quite mention

Your beauty is in your faults, spill your guts and share your scars

Stop taking your life for granted

Be honest, be afraid, only you can judge yourself

Be honest, be afraid, freedom is personal

The miracle is by your side not in the stars, put faith in your heart

That's it, I'm so sick I can hardly move

All of the angels have problems of their own

You always forget that I need you far more than you need me