The poem describes sinister figures called "Drainers" who manipulate and control people. The Drainers use fear, lies, and hype to suck the life out of their victims and keep them in line. They spin people's heads and prevent them from seeing what is real. The poem calls for people to rise up and "swamp the Drainers" by cutting them off so their victims can break free from their control and oppression.
Original Description:
Poem (song Lyrics) My opinion of the current political divide in this country
The poem describes sinister figures called "Drainers" who manipulate and control people. The Drainers use fear, lies, and hype to suck the life out of their victims and keep them in line. They spin people's heads and prevent them from seeing what is real. The poem calls for people to rise up and "swamp the Drainers" by cutting them off so their victims can break free from their control and oppression.
The poem describes sinister figures called "Drainers" who manipulate and control people. The Drainers use fear, lies, and hype to suck the life out of their victims and keep them in line. They spin people's heads and prevent them from seeing what is real. The poem calls for people to rise up and "swamp the Drainers" by cutting them off so their victims can break free from their control and oppression.
Green hair, red eyes, green heart, red lies Rising up from the swamp to sell you fear from the stump And suck the juice from your pump, they’ll suck the juice from your pump Can you believe it? Everything feels like the pipe, shoved in so deep and so wide It starts to choke off your life cause you’re the regular type Ain’t no Dme to reflect, there’s sDll Dme to defect, so grab that knife and dissect Cut off the drainers Trying to siG through what is real They’re spinning your head like a wheel Praying to get back what you lost But prayers are useless at cost No one can hear you on high Too much noise, too much hype Cuz you’re the regular type I blame the drainers Chorus: When Everything comes into view I see the masses at the feet of the few LiGed up by the hands of men Standing in line for their retainers They’re standing on backs that are standing in sand And young girls afraid to be complainers even the eyes of the children in pain Can see it’s Dme to swamp the Drainers