Nameless agents haunt the shadow world Stateless numbers plan clandestine deeds To the ranks of the long disappeared They become your whole reality, your silencer, your lonely god
And across the Styx you'll ride, When torture angels come to take you home
Simulated death endured, rope tears into wrists Swollen head in blackened hood, blinded blistered face Hung upright, puking blood, routine torture test As minions of the State have their way with you
Beaten, drugged, broken limbs Burned, drowned, dissidents The work of death, carried out, in all our names... again "Rendition is not a problem" (until it's you)
By what circumstances do we justify these means To codify barbarity in practiced policy? On pious, preached morality we're fed until we choke Our rhetoric, so righteous, rings a joke to the world
Power thirsts, power spreads, like tentacles from god Secrets, inquests, illusions and facades Talons lock, as vultures flock, spreading from DC Dropped on black sites, erased from memoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
