Get Out of My Soul

I was sitting on the porch with an ice-cold Coke in my hand.

Minding my own business on this hardscrabble land. Never asked for your banners,

your rage, or your signs. Never knew a single one of you faceless online.

You scream from your cities I never set foot in. Demanding I bleed

for the fights that you're putting. I got mouths to feed, a truck to

keep rolling. You want my soul for a war you ain't even patrolling.

Get out of my soul, you loud, nameless crowd. I hate every

inch of you, screaming so proud. Never met you, don't wanna your venom running free.