Body language

I can read your body language.
So I can see your pain and anguish.
The fucked up complications.
All your trials and tribulations.
Built upon the blood of nations.
Through years of countless generations.
And multitudes of mindless procreations.
With all the haters and there condemnations.
Asking questions like interrogations.
Like it's there occupations.
I can see your frustrations.
The building aggravations.
So what's up with the hesitations?
It's time to rectify there violations.
And give them back some demonstrations.
Maybe start with a few mutilations.
Watch them tremble with our creations.
I'm just waiting for your indications.
Hard times make fucked up situations.
That's why some things end like decapitations.
Only you can know your limitations.
I push mine past the point of vindications.
I hope you see there's no joke in these sensations.
Its time to end all there administration's.
And everything with connected correlations.
Put them in there own camps of concentrations.
So they know there place and stations.