Mission Machismo Worldwide
One smirk and strut across the hall,
And spoken smut by the faceless crowds,
Leads a malleable boy to fall
And chokes his senses with lasting shrouds.
Once full of hope, he's crashing down
To a spiral of blind, sweating rage.
Might is right, says the world around,
Anger is filling up his fuel gauge
His mind's a dungeon where thoughts are thrust,
When he reaches out, they reach in.
And bang his brains against the rust,
Until he shuts his mouth from chagrin.
Aimless anger clinch his fists tightly
As he looks for a way to vent.
False ego begins to grow sprightly
So starts his predictable descent
He needs a place that lets him live
Outside the confines of his true being.
No one had any ears to give
He turned to the faceless crowd's freeing
The crowd's boredom led them to a cause
And a tie of thought and weakness
Cleansing the world of feminine flaws
Until all that's left is bleakness
Washed like the rest to be a man,
Fooled like the rest that weakness should hide.
Fight the ones whose thoughts make a stand
Against the countless, thoughtless, good side.
This macho group begins to spread,
As they splatter the world with gore.
A mission forms within their heads,
As they scream, "come join the f------ war!"
The pliant boy marches, stolidly,
On Mission Machismo Worldwide,
Where the lost ones line up, childishly,
And go on effeminate genocide.
One smirk and strut across the hall,
And spoken smut by the faceless crowds,
Leads a malleable boy to fall
And chokes his senses with lasting shrouds.
Once full of hope, he's crashing down
To a spiral of blind, sweating rage.
Might is right, says the world around,
Anger is filling up his fuel gauge
His mind's a dungeon where thoughts are thrust,
When he reaches out, they reach in.
And bang his brains against the rust,
Until he shuts his mouth from chagrin.
Aimless anger clinch his fists tightly
As he looks for a way to vent.
False ego begins to grow sprightly
So starts his predictable descent
He needs a place that lets him live
Outside the confines of his true being.
No one had any ears to give
He turned to the faceless crowd's freeing
The crowd's boredom led them to a cause
And a tie of thought and weakness
Cleansing the world of feminine flaws
Until all that's left is bleakness
Washed like the rest to be a man,
Fooled like the rest that weakness should hide.
Fight the ones whose thoughts make a stand
Against the countless, thoughtless, good side.
This macho group begins to spread,
As they splatter the world with gore.
A mission forms within their heads,
As they scream, "come join the f------ war!"
The pliant boy marches, stolidly,
On Mission Machismo Worldwide,
Where the lost ones line up, childishly,
And go on effeminate genocide.