Clack-clack, the automatic
Attack, by the fanatic
The cause, psychosomatic
Them laws, undemocratic
That loss, fatally tragic
Whose fault, collective masses
Belief, the right to pack it
And doubt, the smarts to hack it
Self-serve, a freedom racket
Blood spills, as we stay static
Grave times, call for dramatic
Actions, that blast emphatic
Archane notions ain’t you had it
Liberty backs the erratic
Strip it lest we get more manic
And swell our Neolithic panic
Throw death metal in the attic
Lock the glock up from the frantic
Hop and stock up on peace tactics
Stop the clock on lethal antics
Before—-

Clack-clack, the automatic.