Autobiography of a Bomb

from Conversations With A Willow Tree by calm.



Let the bloody finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Pyrotechnic cartridges flash, I was born for state terrorism
Pistons retract, grab my back, then they shove me away
Now I’m flying over Yemen like it's judgement day
Thermal battery activated, I was made with hatred
I’m coming to kill civilians someone in DC ok'd it
Peace not today, I’m only a hundred knots away
No due process, this is murder, no one's locked away
3 fins on my back, that's guidance control
My nose is locked on a laser reflection I have no soul
No brain I’m the million mother fucking dollar war head
I’m the excuse for no healthcare, no budget to keep the poor fed
To you, war is abstract, I’m the documentary in your head
But in reality, I turn foreheads into four heads
You see statistics, I put limbs in trees, everyday there's more dead
But you just hear collateral damage, that's the propaganda that you're fed

Turn the page, full of rage, I was born in 2015
In Garland, Texas at the general dynamics facility
Forged from cursed steel I was the least loved
My baby bottle was full of nun and priest blood
They got arrested outside of my crib fuck what they did
They came with a hammer they were yelling bout some kids
Now I’m 300 pounds, my daddy Ray say I’m growing up
He says I’m going to McAlester, Oklahoma on a truck
They hang me nose down and they all gather round
They give me 200 pounds of explosives and say choke it down
I’m trying to cool down but I hate this, I’m full of hatred
They only fed me tritonal and composition H6
Interstate 10, I’m in Tucson, at my daddy's home
At Raytheon, they say you ain't unique, you're just an average clone
In my room pacing, yelling why the fuck was I born?
Ray says to pack up, you're going to Yemen in the morn

Back where we started in the skies of Yemen
I came out an F15s womb falling from heaven
My nose smashes into a rock, tripping a fuse in my tail
I detonate like 200 pounds of TNT with death on my trail
I fracture into a 1000 pieces I’m the antonym of what peace is
My shards go 8 times the speed of sound as destruction increases
I don’t kill people, I rearrange them, I remove appendages
Bashing through flesh I’m wild, I disassemble and dismember them
Gas from my abdomen, ruptures ear drums and collapses lungs
It causes internal bleeding I’ll turn your house into an oven
My wind can take your leg off, erase your whole family with a cough
I cause famine and cholera and a march won't make me stop
The US blockades the supplies, complicit in genocide
The US blocks the UN and the media tells the lies
War is hell, states lie, the truth is gory
They found my assembly code in some scrap that's why you're hearing this story
I live on as shrapnel in the body of my victims
My soul is dead, I’m just a product of the system
I'm in a sauna in hell they say I’m being reincarnated
I’m going back to Raytheon for a Palestinian vacation


from Conversations With A Willow Tree, released January 1, 2022


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