The Power Remains The Same Testo

Spineless bastards
Blood caked bones to bang their drums
Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers

In blind delusion
Kissing the master's feet
Kissing the master's ring
Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm
We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village
Mourning our parents of disemboweled children
We split their faces
We laugh in their faces
Kill yourself with a noose of your own device
Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight
Let the peasants eat shit
They're surely used to it
Our lives grow on
And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers
How loud will you cheer for the soldiers marching them on
The rich stay rich
And the poor die of quietly
The power remains the same