The Power Remains The Same

Spineless bastards

Blood caked bones to bang their drums

Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers

In blind delusion

Kissing the master's feet

Kissing the master's ring

Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm

We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village

Mourning our parents of disemboweled children

We split their faces

We laugh in their faces

Kill yourself with a noose of your own device

Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight

Let the peasants eat shit

They're surely used to it

Our lives grow on

And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers

How loud will you cheer for the soldiers marching them on

The rich stay rich

And the poor die of quietly

The power remains the same