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HE HAD THE PERFECT LIFE FULL OF FANTASTICAL LIES
HE HAD THE PERFECT SUIT FIT TO RECRUIT
HE HAD THE SOAP BOX, A VOICE TO DILUTE
A HOUSE OF CARDS BUILT UPON A FOUNDATION OF DEATH
HE HAD ALL THE ANSWERS AND HATRED THAT WOULD NEVER REST
AND SO HE SOUGHT
TO EXPAND HIS REACH OF POWER TO CORRUPT, DEVOUR
TO INFEST WITHIN THIS NATION OF DEVOUT SIRES
WITH THE PLATFORM TO SET A DESTRUCTIVE TONE
HE WAS GIVEN THE THRONE...

we're under siege with ambition
crooks and liars peddle behind the veil
dreams of blind compliance
from apostles who preach their moral wealth
goose steps off to war
for the pleasure of the hordes
who claim their gods
divine under the banners of frauds
WE KILL
WE PILLAGE
PLUNDER free will
under the banners of dogma
WE'RE MURDERERS

surrendering to pride that corrupts
systematic slaughter of reason
shallow the graves of ideas once loved
for they're aware of more than they've been taught
goose steps off to war
for the delight of the hordes
who claim they are gods
divine with the glory of their anthem
WE KILL
WE PILLAGE
PLUNDER free will
under the banners of religion
WE MURDER