Let the money glutton kings recommence their laws with a hushed signature of starved power.
Silently wielding their supremacy blindly over the heads of a shackled empire.
A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule to have absolutely no clout.
A nation stripped naked of all rights from the fingertips of ravenous dictating wolves.
So simple for them to justify, so utterly effortless to execute.
The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda.
With new commandments birthed and implanted, they compose phobias from the running blood of thousands.
Stand before your corporate Gods, intoxicated on money and power.
Writer(s): Jon Rice, Tony Sannicandro, Al Glassman, Nick Schendzielos, Jonathan Davy
Copyright: Job For A Cowboy
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