Vote With Your Fists

demon-ocracy, freedom forced without a choice
driven just like cattle, by excessive use of force into slavery's,
ever-waiting arms the deception of self-rule is the thinnest of
facades involuntary servants in this empire of
greed an entire world in serfdom, prayed on far
too weak bred as labour, as broken beasts of
burden suffer and toil, until death's welcome
salvation the time has come to realise what we
strive for is a lie system of choice, a blinding
veil the end's scripted, you vote in vain
freedom's only real, when you claim it
forcefully all other states are servitude under
the weight of tyranny