Beelzebub is not a demon, nor a God, nor a fallen angel.
Beelzebub is avarice, ****** and lies
A symbol of everything wrong with us
An unconscious, repressed compromise.

It is easier to believe in demonic spirits
Than to accept that the demons may be a part of us.

War is not brought on by spirits
It is brought on by scrupleless men.
Rights are not swept away or given back
In magnanimous, false gestures
By Satan, or by Leviathan
It is so because of scrupleless men.

Turned against each other, fending for ourselves
Told to work to live, to buy our rights back
After they stole them from us.
One day, the walls of the rich
Will not be high enough to keep out the poor.
Not all the guns and bullets in the world
Can stop people with nothing left to lose.

The demons are the lies
We tell ourselves before we sleep
They are the comforting untruths
That are buried deep.

The demons are the living
They are plotting and deceiving
Dismantling, bit by bit
Every single thing we should stand for.

No spiritual surrender, no quarter
We must rise, not bow to law and order.
The fate of the world is ours to define
It is time to cross, not toe, the line.