Finite Automata - War Saw lyrics

fear this potential problem a mangled war perpetuates the power at the hands of a rusted blade a severed arm waves in silence the unremorseful tongue of a guiltless political demagogue minces meat with dialogues for a rhetoric of greed as policy states with an eager pace to pay one's self at any rate fear envisioned impoverished traditions fueled by the crimes of a vile provision the machine gun fires the only light exaggerated justice for a wicked right to pay one's self the ravaged wealth does battle truly stimulate a country's health?