Can you feel it Can you see her Watch Liberty blur There she goes again For sure, for sure Well, most kind and gentle readers Ultraviolence has become the language of our leaders All these translating mind readers And it can happen to you If you can see yourself in someone else When the bullets do what they do When the news bleeds through When the weight falls on you When true faith’s turned blue When true faith’s turned blue And your gold standard is painted in rust The deal you had is a bust The love you want is just lust The friends you had are better friends with dust It’s a matter of trust Trust Trust It’s a matter of trust Trust Trust And I can’t finish this sentence without another sentence, without another sentence, without another sentence, Without another sentence without another sentence You feel the ache of an American Dream American Scheme Force yourself to wake up to a murder scene for the culture; the people Then depression got me screaming at the children I'm afraid I can't protect News on the radio got me weeping as I drive them to school with an expired inspection sticker I'm stuck in this rat race I'm cheese, immobile, vulnerable, and apparently delicious If they understood the good that I said If they saw where they stood, they'd arrange their heads If you understood, you'd look like me If you could see, I wouldn't be writing this I'm rearranging the dead who were fighting this Chanting “I am a man” to folks with a god complex To Power out of hand Some days I wish the Sun would just tan your hide Some days I want the news to bleed through you too The weight to fall on you first thing every morning That thin blue line is thicker than my life span Turning every line I write these days into the blues It's a matter of empathy I trust you were born with it I wonder what you did with it My world is hid with it You’re complicit in it But it can happen to you If you can see yourself in someone else When the bullets do what they do When the news bleeds through When the weight falls on you When true faith’s turned blue When true faith’s turned blue And I can’t finish this sentence without another sentence, without another sentence, without another sentence...

In the blink of an eye on the body of the system’s pawn I keep watch, note my notch from daylight till dawn But I don’t do anything if I’m not turned on See the bodies all dotted across our lawn The children of Jim and the Owners before him, it’s all a con Still I don’t do anything if I’m not turned on Fears they can linger for years on long fingers drawn Or in Wolves that pull harder when they’re chasing the fawn And I don’t do anything if I’m not turned on Chasing, and chasing and chasing. Defacing, debasing Erasing. They’ll mark him and bark him, then they’ll cut down their John And mere mourners turn corners, while the captains just yawn When I don’t do anything cuz I’m not turned on In the blink of an eye, in this marred marathon Some get carried, some get buried, and yet we still call to the swan Singing “We don’t do anything if we’re not turned on."