Lacking Precipitation

I used to play in waist high snow, right around the corner from here
And now we stroll through cold, but it don't snow here no more
The seasons change and I can see it happening before my eyes
Continental conditioning exchanging room for lies
The compromise and what caused when I see these global changes
Potential years of my life, something's wrong when I can see it plain as day
Faint as the may winds when my mind exemplifies
Trials and tribulations of manipulation and lies

My son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators
And open-space science replication escalators
And I will tell my child about the fun we used to have
And we'll not forget your sorry ass when he says, "can I go outside and play, dad?"
This world that you created, I will take no fucking part in
When you ask for my apology, I'll reply with, "I beg your pardon."
Global economizing, and the raping of the third world
Exploiting mother nature and colonizing of a little girl
It's western uncivilization, weighted scales claim people
No wonder we got identity problems when you act like cave people
I was born to march forth, and conquer the harsh north
But I reside inside these fort walls from henceforth, regardless
You can buy the foot of a goddess for your aesthetic pleasure
I'll hold the memory inside my heart eternally as treasure
And when your son wonders why he can't play in the toxic rain
My son will look into my brain and get the explanation
I see the hesitation in every guilty move you make
I alleviate my conscience through the conscious mode of trade
It's fundamental differences, you see, we have the witnesses
Marking in your hit lists, you lie, we know the truth
The primary campaign of that busting the supremist
Is here upon us, in action, thought, and premise

The counter-culture catalog for christian conservative clones
Constricts countless conscious clever-minded types into depression
That's the agenda, through conditioning by disaster
Allows the cutting of rainforests. harder, faster, harder, faster
We can't get in, corporate password protected by the rich
To take away from the people they educated
The story's written by the winner, that's the goddamn truth
The underrated's a champion, a cheater without any proof
But I'll remain the outcast that looks like the typecast
Aspiring middle-class that outlasts the rumor-mill
And I'll swallow each jagged pill with the pleasure for discomfort
And create the situations that arise from faces sunburnt
By working long hours in pride-stricken constrictions
The face that fights for what it believes in, despite the friction
And this is the same face that will look you in the eyes
And then look upon my son and tell him how you lied with pride