"Sure to make the bodies drop,"
Your rage against the machine,
Inspires me. For bravery, amongst "the brave" we rave.
Ranting away, outside the lines of grey.
You hold sway.
Over the one known as McGray.
For your soul I pray.
Pray or be prey.
We shake our fists down the dark hallway.
They lead us away.
O' how the leaders have strayed!