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[I hear your words. They don't mean shit in the context of your politik.]
"WAR FOR PEACE" =
Rhetoric drabbled in black gold conquest.
Grand deceit
(Altruism baited to stigmatize unrest).
Machinations come to light,
While we serve up our home-brewed democracy with a smile
Reflected in a knife.
We can't hold this ground of moral "hand-me downs" with such elected clowns. So now we've endorsed pre-emptive use of force and we sally forth, DRUNK ON THE POISON OF PRIDE. Let's have another round - fill 'em up, put 'em down. Consciousness diluted now. But we still endorse pre-emptive use of force as we sally forth, DRUNK ON THE POISON OF PRIDE.
With ebullient applause they laud the rumbling of war drums. Cold hearts are thawed at the prospect of raining napalm down on the heads of the heathens--dentured smiles now grin with delight. Now we the people are denied a voice, left with no choice, and feeling impotent. Dark shadows fall on this republic as we're denied a voice, left with no choice, and war is imminent. Have we no say? as we hear the cryptic echoes of the past a time when we were denied a voice, left with no choice, dying in silence. The subterfuge casts pallid glow upon tomorrow. Ominous whispers forebode deadly lotteries, an undeclared war to follow. Calculations made in spite, while we police the world supplanting democracy with a smile reflected in a knife. With misplaced trust we lust for genuine servitude. Our hearts now rust as Machiavellian appointees uproot the truth we've labored to sow. Embittered ancients now harvest control. Have we no say? We have no say, at least not today.
"WAR FOR PEACE" =
Rhetoric drabbled in black gold conquest.
Grand deceit
(Altruism baited to stigmatize unrest).
Machinations come to light,
While we serve up our home-brewed democracy with a smile
Reflected in a knife.
We can't hold this ground of moral "hand-me downs" with such elected clowns. So now we've endorsed pre-emptive use of force and we sally forth, DRUNK ON THE POISON OF PRIDE. Let's have another round - fill 'em up, put 'em down. Consciousness diluted now. But we still endorse pre-emptive use of force as we sally forth, DRUNK ON THE POISON OF PRIDE.
With ebullient applause they laud the rumbling of war drums. Cold hearts are thawed at the prospect of raining napalm down on the heads of the heathens--dentured smiles now grin with delight. Now we the people are denied a voice, left with no choice, and feeling impotent. Dark shadows fall on this republic as we're denied a voice, left with no choice, and war is imminent. Have we no say? as we hear the cryptic echoes of the past a time when we were denied a voice, left with no choice, dying in silence. The subterfuge casts pallid glow upon tomorrow. Ominous whispers forebode deadly lotteries, an undeclared war to follow. Calculations made in spite, while we police the world supplanting democracy with a smile reflected in a knife. With misplaced trust we lust for genuine servitude. Our hearts now rust as Machiavellian appointees uproot the truth we've labored to sow. Embittered ancients now harvest control. Have we no say? We have no say, at least not today.
Lyrics submitted by a scar in the sky
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