Property’s slavery
Whole world still got it
And lands still the reason
We all pick a pocket
Pitch-forkin’ for-profit
Complex prison systems
Of jobs and backbone
Just say no kind of victims
When oil regimes who give rise to machines
Build their schemes to the skies
On their Thespian screens
Of democracy’s industry’s
Warring with Persia’s
Imperial graves
Till another god-king
Sends his Normandy waves
And we know we don’t show that to children
Now do we?
‘Cuz all of that blood and that rage would
Purr sue me
Subdue me, consume us young men in a field of what’s real
Made of fight for your life
Or be killed, or be killed
And then glorify heroes
Who ****** some kids
Instead of the ones
Who insure that they live
For a logical reason
To dream and to hope
That their Salem Witch trial
Won’t end in a rope
If they’re made in the image, we teach them to be
But we white-wash the parts
About humanity