Don't Vote - Thou

Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a

choice between this head or that

Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason.

It’s a choice

between this diseased hand or that diseased hand.

We are criminals who defy law

They are criminals who defy freedom

Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across

each neck

While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of

social conduct, we shall sink a knife in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles

and fire at every president, every senator, every statesman

Wake up

There won’t be any change

In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise