Party While You Can M.F.er

Leisure life and entertainment
The nightly rites of disengagement
Burned out remains of human exchange
Anything to forget that we are hiding

This is your warning
You live in peril
Light conversation, like chlorine
Culpability stripped sterile

Head hurts, stomach turns
An arbitrary grasp of perpetration
Fucked pretense of innocence
But not without calculation

Delta operators, GSG-9
The underworld enforcers of
subterranean supply lines
Under the surface, rivers run their course
Don't be surprised, they lead to a source

Bullets and planes will continue to rain
So long as the checks are signed in your name
Unlucky larva, the emperor's fodder
You take his blows so faithfully

Friday night, on the dance floor
Take comfort that this world is yours
But there is a terror under the surface
Pleasant distractions, they serve a purpose
Far away you've got MP5 tactics
Fragmentation grenades
The arbiters of dirty wars
Defenders of your faith

Please take heed of this warning
You may be dead by morning
Chai tea and tai chi may sooth away your guilt
But chickens are heading home to roost
in these coops that we have built