The Power Remains The Same

Spineless bastards Blood caked bones to bang their drums Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers In blind delusion Kissing the master's feet Kissing the master's ring Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm
We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village Mourning our parents of disemboweled children
We split their faces We laugh in their faces Kill yourself with a noose of your own device Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight Let the peasants eat shit They're surely used to it Our lives grow on And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers How loud will you cheer for the soldiers marching them on The rich stay rich And the poor die of quietly The power remains the same.