Someone on the radio is jabbering about
Who knows what in some brutal foreign language
This fills me with a desperate sense of doom and blinding rage
Sitting on my front porch
.454 Magnum in hand
Smoking opium
and sucking on a bottle of Everclear
I have my weapon pointed toward the road
This is how they will come at me
Out of the darkness
Bodies in slow motion
Just like at Ruby Ridge
I’ll kill the bastards
Blow their fucking heads off
Eat shit and die
I won’t be taken alive
Becoming another mindless
Drone for their fascist police state
Screw these murdering Nazi scum
First they started with their "war on drugs"
Now they have their pretense of "war on terrorism"
Anything to wipe away more constitutional rights
The true war is on our freedom
It’s condition RED
The wars begun
And the real enemy
Is gearing up for a full blown
Frontal assault
They may be wearing suits
But don’t underestimate their danger
or treachery
You may think I’ve become unhinged
But give it time
Abandon all hope
Grab your weapons
And run for the hills
Adrenalin and paranoia rushes
Through my body like high octane amphetamines
Maybe, I’m delusional
Or maybe I’m right?
One idea is just as terrifying as the other
And both have an equal chance of being true
