Bellies Full Of Rain - Antimc, Busdriver

Rough sketch

Of a police state:

You’re a national bird shot in the no-fly zone

Ready-made regime pulled out the styrofoam

Smug exec’s

Hand cuffed to a briefcase:

He can downsize at the push of a space bar

There are interests he must safeguard

Entrenched

In tiffs

On multi-national conglomerates

I convince

The underclass and complacent

We’re fenced

By economic pressures

And bit by bit

We remain the lesser-thans

The foul stench

Of burning dead enlisted men

It cuts through press conference double-speak

Doomsday issue raised by disgruntled geeks

The muted shrills are collated in the fiery core of a netherworld you can’t

ignore

The pre-schoolers

Are turned into ground troops

So don’t believe all the stats that you see

You’re a potential black evacuee

TV bloopers resonate with an unsound truth

That there is no stratified class divide

And needs are met FEMA reps aptly provide

The moneyed machinists are priorities over all the

Hungry’s spleen fits

Capital is funneled into

War room debacles

But if you challenge them in large forums

It’s not so

Decrepit salesman claims ownership over heavenly bodies

With stubborn gun-slinger machismo

Go home

They postponed the upheaval

The muted shrills are collated in the fiery core of a netherworld you can’t

ignore

Horn players' bellies

Full of rain and soot

Horn players' bellies

Full of rain and soot

Bloated bodies facedown in a toxic quagmire

You know the sky wept into empty groves

Then I become a live-threat when the levee goes

Horrid neglect or a systematic backfire

Yeah

Yeah I’m fresh I dress in the trendy clothes

But we’ve never been the price checked embryos

The muted shrills are collated in the fiery core of a netherworld you can’t

ignore