Radicals

it's like pure fucking fire and it's all i feel. like the trigger and ignition push it in and the chemicals are boomed. that's this. yeah now. i could rip their world apart and laugh in its misery. burn down buildings and slash tires. just to send a message. i can't even stand this bullshit. broken windows in the wake of my glory and a message of radicalism for those who think the left is docile and weak. i look up to the Lenin's and the Che's and the Castro's. the ones who said "your days of plenty are numbered" and nailed each letter in thick. stuck in hard and burrowed it deep. saying "no more bullshit." "We'll take it from here." Like a knife, I hope they feel every snag and rip cause ain't no blade sharp enough to cut you down quick and clean