Do you feel alive now - now that you own the dead
Preying on their corpses - their hearts no longer
fed Your sainthood is obvious on every starving
face Your deceptions gives us a way to seperate
The poor from their hate the rich from the stone
Genuflect away the sins that we've known Sure one
percent rules, but heaven's made of gold So chalk
it up to folly and consequence alone Do we really
want, do we really need a bastard massiah, wrapped
up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed
desire And every time the real war's defined - the
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to bridges and bridges to torture headlines
distort what we see as our borders And what gives
us the right to feel with remorse for a God they
created a God for the poor For bathory we're
bleeding out the devil hides in angelic shrouds
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for
more of the same sad scheme of ghettos created by
the power elite For our minds and souls burning no
longer for freedom invoked Just more of the same