Hooded masses bite through their tongues to keep them still While black eyes look on in glee, we drown in their swill A precedent of myopic trade offs has been set Fathered by moral puttefaction, and mothered by regret
"Progress" turns the stomachs of the weak And feeds upon the hearts of lions
The imperialist marches forth to conquer and divine "You are either for us or against us, so best you choose a side" Civil liberties buried in a black and white nation ruled by knaves Inhumed alongside those placed facedown in shallow graves
Your democracy has been whittled down to a point To drive straight into the heart of non believers
With each labored step, soil is turned upon the submissive And with each labored step, they lay this treacherous cement Vitriolic foundations protrude like broken bones As your autonomy vanishes beneath the silt and stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
