It’s a corporation

Everything you see

Our human condemnation

We are what were meant to be

Beyond your comprehension

Farther they the eye can see

There sits a fat cat on a self-made throne

Of bones and dead debris

He shouts out laws and licks his paws

And watches the havoc he creates

Then he laughs his evil laugh

Not for our souls sake

But because of all the money he will make

And all the mice he’ll buy

Then through and through

He will spend all our earnings

On prostitutes and food

With his own lies

He will feed his ambitions

And from out in DC, he can’t hear our cries

Yet another person who funds him

Another citizen whose wages buy his food

Will starve to death, on the streets

Alone they’ll run out of life.

And in his wake chaos forms into revolt,

And from revolt more death than ever before

There is no way to win this

Just keep your head down and do what they say

For waging war on ourselves is a bloody way.

And remember for this war, our children have to pay.

What can I say?