Terrorists
By Kyshera
Words by James Kennedy
Which came first, the Puppet or the string?
Who built the stage & now is watching?
Why is force the ultimate authority?
Who's interest does silence feed?
When there's not a space left on this planet
That has escaped adulteration
Poverty's a commodity
That subsidises the inequality
That breeds & feeds all hegemony and
Keeps society too divided to be a threat
We live in a gangsters' democracy
'To Serve & Protect' its nobility
Emperor put some clothes on
Will it always be the same way
From our desperate race to maintain our cage
To the sweat shops, depletion & war
The damage this virus has caused is everywhere
But those fanatical, imperial terrorists in Washington
Are Bastions of everything evil by Dollar and Gun
Do you think that if Jesus were alive, he'd shoot?
Wants before needs and shares before votes
Politics before justice, bombs before talks
Pillage before trade, arms sales before peace
Deceit before truth & fear before reason
Which ends first, blood or oil?
How can vice & virtue look identical?
In which direction does society rot?
Why does scum always rise to the top?
They can f** with your genes and disease
What we swallow & breathe what we think & believe
We've got everything that money can buy
But nothing that's worth the price we're paying
Rule by a cartel of military & business & law
A system that calls this democracy is a fraud
Do you think that if Jesus were alive, the CIA would shoot
Let's start a fire in the belly of the cannibals
There is nothing beyond expendability
Not nature, the future or society
Emperor put some clothes on
When the well's dry and somebody pulls the trigger
You can guarantee that the culprits will be safe