"Warning: Keep Away From Children",
My lighter says to me.
A lighter that I got for free,
because of a good deed.
I'm told these rules we live by,
Are nothing less than God sent,
But I'd love to watch the system burn
From fires set by adolecents.

Let the innocent sleep,
They have no part in this.
It's the guilty I have come to kill.
My aim is perfect, I won't miss.
Put your right hand in the air,
And swear it to yourself,
"I will not be packaged,
And sold from that shelf."

Your song of slaughter,
is in the wrong key.
Perhaps you'd sound better,
If you preached harmony.
I found your weapon
of mass-destruction,
It is in my right hand,
I call it my pen :)

Believe me I understand,
(revenge tastes oh so sweet)
but you picked the wrong mafia,
the one paid for by me.
And sir I've been fucked out of my mind
and said better lines.
The difference is your lines are lies
And they end Human Being's lives.

America is still free,
I promise you it's true.
Free to hurt and hate and punish,
all who don't believe it too.
My heart goes out to those who did not sit
At their Family's Thanksgiving table.
I'm begining to wonder if it's my lighter
that really needs that warning label.

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