So be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare.
The neo-christian theocrats pray on a Sunday afternoon
then welcome in Pinochet's men to intimidate and kill.
All that we know, all that we know is
be afraid, be afraid... be very afraid of the coming nightmare.
So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication.
There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping.
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction.
Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill.
We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
What have you learned through the years?
What have you learned from your fears?
Water tastes like arsenic - feel it pumpking coursing in your blood.
Wour throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe, room spinning - kiss your ass goodbye.
Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride.
We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies.
There's a storm cloud gathering overhead.
Ominous, black, reigning hell. when it drops jackboot down on your streets.
You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth.
built on a corporate welfare scam.
Rumsfield doctrine stealing wealth.
Profits to saccharine sweet, the wall street bankers weep.
As the storm gains strength the aging levees break.
The ancient ground does quake.
And your lungs will fill your spineless apathy.
Contributed by daniela -k.d.- - 2009/5/19 - 18:14
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