The Lotto

[Teratogen]

a motif of this song i wrote is found within the title and a few lines within the first half of the song. i'm sure most of you have heard the story about the lottery where when someone is picked to be stoned to death. if you haven't, then ask me about it and i'll tell you. i just didn't want to take a lot of time explaining it here in this post. so here is another song of mine:

The Lotto

Love can be outrageous in a fool's brigade of hope. I'd
rather play contagious to dreams than to light a candle and mope.
Your woman knows no Sati, so with pain she now must cope.
I tell you, this is no lottery. It's just some terminal dope.

This world is so confused, so expect nothing less. Drawing
numbers for money, or drawing numbers for death.

I wear a counter-culture T-shirt that allows for such
stereotypes. The way you flash your mouth just makes me hurt,
pulling tricks for stars and stripes. Your vegetative state is
loving pottery, but your music is losing all the hype.
I tell you, this is no lottery. It's just planet Earth being
ripe.

Malleable justice does not know smoke from breath.
Drawing numbers for money, or drawing numbers for death.

Sex is incadescent when you're present on the moon
Unrelenting and incessant with the monsters in the womb
In her station procreation leads to babies hurled
I'm a monster in the dumpster of the world

The military instills discipline
Religion distills morals
Your parents' fists always seem to win
And your homework drills its quarrels
And the TV's got to fight for it all to be right
You know that's what God's dreaming of
Well, monsters, too, can love

I found my heart inside some art, painted as it sounds
They killed me for what I was doin', now I'm ruined, out of bounds
But I'm not dead, I'm just breast-fed on nature's willing and able
Come to me, I'll let you see my truth upon the table

The military instills discipline...

Never let your guard down, never let them see
I love you for your beauty, your intellectual virginity

But all the disenfranchies bugs beneath my lunar shoe
never let me love them, so please let me love you

Wasted by brigades of fear, afraid to know themselves
The war goes on like nothing's wrong, but I am still myself
Let the violin keep weeping, we are sweeping up the ashes
Let your veil of loss prevail, we'll still cover you in black sashes

The military instills discipline...