The Sixth from Wrestling by Warbler

The talking heads have taught me
to hate the other team.
Critique the symptoms of their sickness,
then contract the same disease.

I put an ad out for abusers:
got so many mean replies.
I’m a newly-minted victim
even you will recognize.

Murder takes hold in the heart,
tearing people apart.
You don’t need a knife.
You don’t need a gun.
Yet the damage will be done.

We want compassionate programming,
so we can keep our fingers clean.
Won’t put a face to the statistics:
they should be heard but never seen.

It’s an executive order
from the president of pop:
“You’ll be ostracized forever
if you entertain independent thought.

Let murder take hold in your heart.
Rip this country apart.
You don’t need a gun.
You don’t need a bomb.
Let the damaged will be done.

Let murder take hold in your heart.”

• Folk
• electronic folk
• folk rock
• indie folk
• psychadelic folk
• Oakland