Flowers For Whores

There's a war, and it's right outside your window.
Bloodless, yet it's impact is profound.
In this war our only weapons are our choices
on where we choose to spread our cheese.

Blinding colors, shining faces.
Set in the most effective places.
Shie's smiling from the gun in her back.
She's a walking billboard punching bag.

In this war, and our victims are the soldiers.
Cause in the end we all need to eat.

Guerrilla tactics target senses.
Creating want, destroying happiness.
We got what we wanted but lost what we had.
Now it's, pill popping spiritual emptiness.

Flowers for whores, we smile cause we're unaffected.
Flowers for whores, while the rest of the world is fighting for their fucking lives.
One by one the stars are falling. One by one replaces.
More and more the logos are sprawling.
America is no longer built on states. No.

There's war, and it's right outside your windows.
And no one cares, no one fucking cares.

Offered flowers to spread a name.
Picking petals in a fucking gaze.
And they are laughing while we sneeze,
cause there's no honor amongts thieves.

You can't sell me creative expression.
You can't show me the curves of real women.
You can't give me midnight conversations.
Cause the best things in life are not things.
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE NOT THINGS.