Locked safe inside our homes, hid from the world's derision
Nursing from a biased media's breast, negating use of grey matter
Empowering the wealthy, blood saturates foreign soil
Divination plays justification, genocide for extravangance
Faith won't secure religious future, a penniless god will scorch the sky
Fall behind political lunatics, ye crumbling pillars of salt
When falls Rome?
Locked in an eternal recurrence, we are the wanton servants
Proclaiming only avarice and indulgence, reality is of no consequence
Antithesis of the I
Revoking logic as we labor to death
One nation prospers while enslaving the rest
No utopia, the rubicon crossed
Forced to your knees, to drown us in the quagmire for profit
With sutured eyes, we extol blind virtue
Our thoughts restructured, domination of the whole
Repercussions, for our children's children
Indoctrinated, with misery and woe
Another generation, of ignorance exploited
Swiftly fading memoirs, of downtrodden souls
Who stands accused, of this indignation?
Programmed masses so willing to relenquish control?
Open your fucking eyes
We are the eternal recurrence
Rendering kingdoms on the ashes of servants
Decadence insuring that our downfall is certain
Behold the antithesis of life