Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face

Your deception's given us a way to separate
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 what we really need a !@$( messiah

Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed
desire
And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled

to hide battle lines
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders

And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they
created
A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil

hicks 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.