Messiah Mask
By Kyshera
Words by James Kennedy
It's hell on earth behind the Cellophane glare
Our supermarket democracy is painted on torture and slavery
A million severed hands clutching Ballot cards
Where the starving live amongst ashes and sewerage
And there's a factory there, upon the shackled corpses
And a million more guns whenever the white man comes
This is what they call liberty
This is what they call prosperity
This is what they call security
This is what they call democracy
Imperialism in a Messiah mask
You better pray 'cos God has spoken
With Cluster bombs and Napalm B
And his d**h squads are everywhere
Hacking and burning and shooting and raping and beating
With no infrastructure left
He's got a deal you must accept
Sitting in s**t for 36 hours
With no air, no water, no food, no pay, no rest
Making useless sh**
'cos the debt slaves keep on buying it
While they're helpless as they watch their children die
An agonising d**h of preventable illness that they can't afford to cure
Welcome to civilisation
Where a dollars more valued than a life
Where the oil pi**es through the shanty towns
Washing away the carca**es of ma**acred families whose homes were in the way
All those pretty packaged things
Don't they look so innocent
They bring horror and desolation
To any nation that cannot defend itself
And everybody here is free
Of any responsibility
The companies that blame the politicians
That blame the market that blames consumers that blame the...
Whilst the stakes are rising
And the gap is widening
This economic apartheid will ravage anything in sight
How can we sleep at night
Structural adjustment
Is only needed for the rich
Those soulless, bloody handed motherfu**ing scum
Who will stop at nothing to acquire more money and power
This is what they call an economy
This is what they call integrity
This is what we call humanity
While this is what they say is the only way
Imperialism in a Messiah mask