trippin on a drug called power
elevated from the ground like sky high towers
turning mortal men into monsters
turning gardens of goodness into demonic dumpsters
turning flowers of love into ****** barbwire
slow soul subtraction assets quickly turn to loss
turn a snot nosed punk into a shot calling big boss
turning stations and twisting knobs
small tin soldiers turn into genocidal gods...
with powerful rods of wrath and revenge
creeping death on the end of a syringe
on a neverneding binge burned and synged and set to devour
trippin on a drug called power


false prophets,preachers, and puppets bring that ridiculous revival
on sweaty sin stages of strength and mad survival
slaves and kings on ropes and pullies
helmets head get struck with bullets
and prisoners of pain they wither into nothing
strong ones die like there's no tomorrow
trippin on a drug called power


i rise like the sun and fall down to my knees
that drug called power leaves me dark and diseased
the heartless warden laughs as he dangles the keys
he screams like a ****...."WORK WILL MAKE YOU FREE"
i die like the grass and toxic trees
i swim with the fish in a cyanide stream
satan feasts on my flesh...he grins and he seethes
seconds and minutes march on to meet that final hour
trippin forever on a drug called power.