Sixthgod A Lie

That angry clock counting
Time approaching in on my sweet demise
The tick, tick, tick of the incessant roll
Counting down my time like a predators growl
No quarter
No foul
We cannot stop this course we've begun
Stalking the night
Awaking in fright
This is my rifle and this is my gun
I see machines
I see armies marching down these dirty streets
These brave young men here to defend
It's funny how history repeats
Who walks left and who walks right
History will choose no side
Who is right and who is wrong
If god is on your side?
The winner writes the histories
The facts become a mystery
Barrage of complex contraband
The truth is slipping through your hands