Deca
War Heads
[Intro]
As he stood on a hill
He saw the great serpent weaving its dusty coils far below
Notched an arrow, drew his bow, and let fly

[Verse 1]
Boss's son
Silver platter and a college fund
Throws rocks and calls the cops to come
All that venom that'll rot your gums
On the search for an edgewise word and at a loss for one
Since we first stretched skins over hollow drums
Men have quarreled over spilled goats milk and piles of crumbs
Some keep a fortified base to launch rockets from
Address it in the flesh, cat's got their tongue
Set your pack down, dust off your soul
We shoulder more baggage than a muskox can pull
On the road I mistook the outer husk for the whole
Led astray as a circus of subplots unfold
The molehills of pharaohs and kings are perilous things
With mandates enforced by the sheriff's regime
While Pavlov's cogs stare at a screen
Our downfall was foretold on the patterns of a seraphim's wings
American dreams, bones for the buzzards to peck
Keep machine gears greased with your blood and your sweat
You load sixteen tons, what do ya get?
What you'd expect, stuck in debt up to your neck

[Chorus]
Oh, little birdy
Why can't I fly
Away from this sad place?
There was fear, awe, disbelief
Grow wings and fly like you
Way out into space
The basic law of history is the conflict between the exploiters and the exploited

[Verse 2]
Boss's guns patrol the atlas
The latest in autonomous tech to roast cabbage
Fully automatics with beam scopes and gadgets
And super soldiers at its disposal to go savage
Weaponize all their fears and their biases
Teach 'em how to love the chains that you bind 'em with
Cajole the ma**es to support every tyrant's wish
If and when that fails, resort to the iron fist
The final frontier is colonized inner space
It's full speed ahead, disrupt and innovate
Science fiction now fact they disseminate
As altruistic aims for computer brain interface
I'm hearin' blind adherence'll set us free
But all their sound logic sounds suspect to me
You'll know a snake by the fallen fruits of its labors
You'll know the stakes when they call the troops for your papers
[Outro]
Oh, little birdy
Why can't I fly
Away from this sad place?
There was fear, awe, disbelief
Grow wings and fly like you
Way out into space
For the record, every moment of this journey was monitored
Every one of his actions carefully scrutinized