Solar Flare - 311

Not for lack of a gentle mother

I do lack a mental cover

It keeps on pounding my head

World order, water torture

Exhausted economics

Every day just more comics

In a pissing contest

That started out with atomic bombs

Mom will they drop the bomb

Will they think about their children’s children

Being born with limbs missing

There is no one to call

You can’t make them stall

I want to feed them to each other

Cuz I’m sick of them all

How can’t you see something’s missing

Is anyone listening

We’re shooting up flares

Does anyone care

They got this world locked down, bound and gagged

From the rez in Pine Ridge to that land in Bagdad

When did our leaders

Become bottom feeders

We’re shooting up flares

Does anyone care

They got this world locked down, bound and gagged

With constant fear and paranoia

Toxins in our head

It’s just something they know how to do

How to make everyone feel uncalm

The masses just take it while they turn the screws

Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb

It’s just something that we got to fight

How to make everyone feel uncalm

Keep us distracted with fuel to ignite

Porno shows, MTV hoes, and on the radio

It’s the same fucking song

That’s just the way it goes

Cultures referral to democracy’s girls

Learn the rules of engagement

Sweetheart this is the world

How can so many sit silent

Numb to the violence

We’re shooting up flares

Does anyone care

They got this world locked down, bound and gagged

With Botoxed Barbie dolls in magazine ads

It’s just something they know how to do

How to make everyone feel uncalm

The masses just take it while they turn the screws

Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb

Embodying all that we know to be wrong

How to make everyone feel uncalm

When a war chant becomes the popular song