I stare across the wasted land
At the bodies burned in the name of our kings
Wondering when I’ll understand the nature of things
What is this all for?
A battle for truth and liberation?
Or another instance of bureaucratic masturbation?
I’m stuck between the bleating masses
And bromides by the ruling classes
Trying to find the truth for myself
In the realm where half-truths constitute wealth
Spreading “freedom” abroad
The “freedom” torn from us on home turf
Again I have to ask: “Just what is the fucking worth?”
This justification unseen
Does it really stand to reason?
Or is this their chimera; an inexcusable treason?
I’m stuck between the bleating masses
And bromides by the ruling classes
Trying to find the truth for myself
In the realm where half-truths constitute wealth
The seeds of conquest
Spill across the plain of dirt
Faceless politicians, priapic from inflicting hurt
The little bloated Hitler
Toppled from his tyrant’s peak
Whilst deserving death, is not the global threat we seek
I’m stuck between the bleating masses
And bromides by the ruling classes
Trying to find the truth for myself
In the realm where half-truths constitute wealth
The bloodied hands of evil
Gloved in the fabric of seclusion
United by the massacre, those cowards in collusion
The blood that should be spilt
Still runs, unfettered, through their veins
To fuel their cries for jihad; walking corpses without brains
I’m stuck between the bleating masses
And bromides by the ruling classes
Trying to find the truth for myself
In the realm where half-truths constitute wealth
“War on Terror” vs. “War for Oil”
With words and placards these sheep fight
The government feeds on hysteria, tearing freedom far from sight
Patriot Acts and ID Cards
The state rams “security” down my jaw
Please tell me what year this is - 2003 or 1984?
I’m stuck between the bleating masses
And bromides by the ruling classes
Trying to find the truth for myself
In the realm where half-truths constitute wealth