Resurrection#9

Leap year of the leopard
We’re marking spots
Another mass grave
Another moral cave-in
Ugh — we see your lips move
It’s how we know you’re lying
Your paws are growing claws
Your compassion lacks buy-in

The plaza has been cleared with gas
Chief says the threat has passed
When The Man claims the victory’s mine, mine, mine
Resurrection #9

Called up to the big leagues
Wearing fig leaves
Posing for the poster
Child o’ the imposter
He feeds you likе a fever
Loves it whеn you tear up
This plane is never landing
Tell the pilot pull your gear up

When the idol has a human face
His prophet hides a can of mace
And the dogma has a dollar sign, sign, sign
Resurrection #9

I know, I know
Who am I to go
Diatribing on?
When my tribe is
Dying on the vine
Dying to assign
Guilt to those who have no shame

How could you?
How could you?
All these self-evident truths
Are evidently useless
When the ultimate use is
Personal gain
Personal power
And once I’ve got my piece
To keep the peace
I’m gonna need
My own personal police

My ego has an issue
Thinks it lives forever
Now every good endeavor
Needs a medal and a selfie
I’m too busy to die
But I’m flirting with disaster
Lord, have mercy on me
I’m a self-deception master

The shadow’s saying back off now
Reputation is a golden cow
The mob is listing more demands
The bullhorn blares show us your hands
Wonder where your freedom went?
Wonder why you won’t repent?
Undertaker says it’s time, time, time…
Resurrection #9