Red State Propoganda

Red State Propaganda  

Propaganda overdrive efficient manipulation to compromise

Dearest truths, core beliefs wrapped like taffy souls around telephone poles

Crashed in head-on collisions on highways paved in lowest denominator

Marketing campaigns hijacking the inarguable, inscrutable emotional buttons  

To be held up as corporate logo sanctioned paragons to hide a narcotic

In the candy-shell coating, slick the pill up with angst, anger, hope, sympathy

But never empathy, because the allure is the antithesis

The same lust that compels the masses to purchase lottery tickets  

Vote against ones self-interest’s under the expectation that status change is possible

Land of opportunity hysteria, comparing gilded hands to stolen lands

A red man sanitized in a polio blanket and a slot machine

Pull the lever and find Jesus, project a three rotating column jackpot  

Genuine thrill vomit out bread-disks stacking up like dirt for an anthill

Bring the bounty to the crimson queen dressed up and sexy in cavern beneath

V.I.P. club access, champagne blood-wine, glistening and sanitized insides

An anthropomorphic book that can walk and speak, hear and make millions believe  

Ink was squirted by the divine and the transmission like a virus

Now aligns itself with the defense of the unborn and a chicken sandwich

To stand for a tradition of separating the milk plate, transubstantiation

Into a health care drunk tank, no contraception pills only magical breading

To carry on sacred will  

Hold up the infants!  Hold up the virgins!

Hold up the martyrs!  Hold up the terms of service!

Trust, submission, equals sanctuary in a moral high-ground for eternity

Promised yet un-seeable, un-hearable, un-touchable, and

Imagine fucking all you want in it, yes there oh there lust can be infinite! 

But not here that would be disastrous, denial, repress and undress your wallet

In tithe, every man for himself, independent will,

If you tax the owner he will not afford to participate in commerce

He will just sit home with all his money   

God will not provide, you selfish mongrels, you asked for a hand

Pray again, atone, repent, I am the tax collector, I sit, you stand

You farm, I am the reason the pesticide is profitable

Never forget I open the skies and your effort is my favor