One Nation, Under Control

Like crumbs,
from the lips,
of the rich,
that are eaten by the peasants of the shadows,
a treasured gift from the greedy and the shallow,
spare some change and they'll treat you like their savior,
there is no need to mind your behavior,

because they are the weak,
they act as the cattle,
they wage the war,
and they end every battle,

if you hand them a gun,
they'll fire away,
but if you build them a church,
they'll kneel and obey.

the few who decide that freedom is best,
get locked up tight, until they confess,

that your word is surpreme,
their scheme was a theme,
of a dream set to end,
a country to defend,
so back to the front,
another witch hunt,
it will end all the same,
consumed by the flame,
found a weak minded man,
plant a bomb in his hand,
with a ticket and plans,
he'll fulfill your demands,
scare the sheep from their sleep,
there's a profit to reap,
kill the women and children,
so the oil is cheap,
and the debt that we've made,
it grows with the day,
another man dead,
is another cent paid,
revolution is near,
the source of your fear,
your system will crumble,
and all you hold dear,

but for now we just wait,
at the mercy of fate,
as we sift through the dirt,
for the scraps of the state.