High upon the hallowed hill,
games of war played out for greed and gain.
Bombs away, both foreign and domestic;
this is the end of all.
The hands of hate pulling the strings so tight,
watch as the puppet sings, dancing around the caucus;
this is the end.
Thread so bare you cannot see
that they're controlling you and me.
Open your eyes; behold,
this is the end.
Sever the rope, it's dragging us all to hell.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
High upon the hallowed hill,
games of war played out for greed and gain.
Bombs away, both foreign and domestic;
this is the end of all.
The hands of hate pulling the strings so tight,
watch as the puppet sings, dancing around the caucus;
this is the end.
Thread so bare you cannot see
that they're controlling you and me.
Open your eyes; behold,
this is the end.
Sever the rope, it's dragging us all to hell.
