Domestic Terrorism

by Jon From The Moon

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released August 19, 2014

written and produced by Jonathan A. Berz
summer 2014

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Track Name: It's True
well it's true that we're comin' apart
yeah it's true that we're beat to the heart
up every block
down every avenue and boulevard

well it's true from the peas in a pod
and it's true to the kingdom of god
it's a facade
a little better than a firing squad

well it's true
yeah it's true
that they're all comin' after you
with their gods
and their guns
whatever they can throw at you

well it's true
yeah it's true
that we're all linin' up to be fooled
with their rules
and their funds
anything they wanna do

well it's true that we're goin' to war
and it's true that they're gamin' the score
and on the shore
patiently waitin' to come door-to-door

and it's true that the world is a screen
and it's true that we're glued to machines
no more obscene
than sittin' waitin' at the guillotine

well it's true
yeah it's true
that they're all comin' after you
with their gods
and their guns
whatever they can throw at you

well it's true
yeah it's true
that we're all linin' up to be fooled
with their rules
and their funds
anything they wanna do

well it's true
yeah it's true
that it's all just a hullabaloo
every state
every fate
every single ballyhoo

well it's true
yeah it's true
that it's all verisimilitude
every god
every sun
every asteroid and moon
every world
every cloud
all the light that's comin' through
every leaf
every seed
every single molecule
every thought
every word
every one of you
Track Name: Home
home
where I hang my heavy bones
upon the throne

home
where all my troubles are alive
and lyin' underneath the covers

home
in a cloud of dust and smoke
and I'm tryin' not to choke

home
where all I hear is pain and fear
comin' through the radio

home
where I lay my head in shame
at least I'm covered from the rain

home
where there's so much we don't know
about what's right outside the window