Terrorists

By Kyshera

Words by James Kennedy

Which came first, the Puppet or the string?

Who built the stage & now is watching?

Why is force the ultimate authority?

Who's interest does silence feed?

When there's not a space left on this planet

That has escaped adulteration

Poverty's a commodity

That subsidises the inequality

That breeds & feeds all hegemony and

Keeps society too divided to be a threat

We live in a gangsters' democracy

'To Serve & Protect' its nobility

Emperor put some clothes on

Will it always be the same way

From our desperate race to maintain our cage

To the sweat shops, depletion & war

The damage this virus has caused is everywhere

But those fanatical, imperial terrorists in Washington

Are Bastions of everything evil by Dollar and Gun

Do you think that if Jesus were alive, he'd shoot?

Wants before needs and shares before votes

Politics before justice, bombs before talks

Pillage before trade, arms sales before peace

Deceit before truth & fear before reason

Which ends first, blood or oil?

How can vice & virtue look identical?

In which direction does society rot?

Why does scum always rise to the top?

They can fuck with your genes and disease

What we swallow & breathe what we think & believe

We've got everything that money can buy

But nothing that's worth the price we're paying

Rule by a cartel of military & business & law

A system that calls this democracy is a fraud

Do you think that if Jesus were alive, the CIA would shoot

Let's start a fire in the belly of the cannibals

There is nothing beyond expendability

Not nature, the future or society

Emperor put some clothes on

When the well's dry and somebody pulls the trigger

You can guarantee that the culprits will be safe