No Trace Or Rumour

This so called power
Is the myth
Ideas from outside ourselves
Surrender to this kingdom
Of the distracted
Herd

Cannon fodder or fence sitter
For powers accepted
Have been vested to shape
This so called power

Their arrogance
Of epic proportion
The cultural trait
To make you an agent
Of anothers
War branded assured
Wear mark
Of darkness

Through sleepy shadow
Triumphant signs are all
Around destroying
Old growth of a heart pump
Blood of the streets
Pressure building
Unmistakable force
A nation rises
To an occasion
How about
New world desolation
Where strength is all
You have got to know
Hatred bred right in
Your fucking bones