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How is it that the only ones responsible for making this mess,
Got their sorry asses stapled to a goddamn desk.
Wake up we're here
It's so much worse than we feared
There's nothing left here
The country has disappeared
If the winter trees bleeding, leave red blood
The summer sweet dreaming, April blush
But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again.
Your cameras lie
Cause they have to hide the savage crimes
Committed on leaders that happen
To try and nationalize
Eating competitions while the worlds been starvin
Beat up communism with the help of bin-laden
Where would your war of terror be without that man
Every day you create more Nidal Hassans.
Get out there and buy that water and gas
Ramadan orange alert
Everybody put on your gas mask
First leak it out about the president
Then stand up and shout "impeachment"
Pulling coat tails out from under that little V.P.
Before he has a chance to get in the driver's seat
Whoever built the pyramids had knowledge of electrical power
And you know that that’s the information that they suppress and devour
Who you think the mother#ers that crashed in the tower?
Who you think that made it turn into ash in an hour?
When the pig runs slower
Let the arrow fly
When the sin lies bolder
I'll pluck out thine eye
These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I like to see
How you all would bleed for me
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Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
The night is black, without a moon.
The air is thick and still.
The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill.
Features distorted in the flickering light,
Faces are twisted and grotesque.
Silent and stern in the sweltering night,
The mob moves like demons possesed.
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,
Confident their ways are best.
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.
They say there are strangers who threaten us,
Our immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness to danger us In our theatres and bookstore shelves,
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.
Quick to judge, Quick to anger,
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand.