Ya Gotta Believe Me

I wish I was governed by reason above all else
Sick of surviving being the sole source of my suffering
Please we need more cow bells
Our seeds seem to be surrounded by aggressive weeds stunted growth living in a sea of shadows
Hero's appear periodically
Endless rivers of hopes and dreams
Are now dried up streams no longer flowing
Revealing a waste land we'd be better off not knowing
Unfortunately our destiny may be what we've always feared
Police patrol public hallways geared to wreak havoc by creating confusing static 
Compromising our most crucial characteristic 
Assassination of communication
Consuming any craving relating to congregating
Constant onslaughts brought by savages to those who have not
Small armies of armed soldiers are unleashed upon at least 90 percent of the present population
Made mainly of peasants living in poverty 
Any and all property will be repossessed or disposed of properly
If i so happen to witness any part of this
My best bet is to pretend it doesn't bother me then pray for forgiveness
Told it's just business
Breaking bodies made of magnificence
Pulverize people who's potential was limitless