Peace is now a twisted dream
Of self fulfillment, the American dream
And deep within the bowels of the earth the rumbles rise
The final acts of judgment on the human made demise
There’s a big red cloud above our heads lowing in from over seas
Carrying spores of civil wars and sickness in its seeds
United by polluted goals, in sickness it succeeds
The seven G’s shaking bloody hands with corporate greed
Well they’ve come to take our children far away from all the pain
On railroad tracks to barbed wire fence
And fill them full of shame
Be patriotic, proud and strong, a winner in the game
Chained to a corporate penis well he’ll bring us all the way
The web of lies, growing eyes deep within the soil
On lines of optic fibers buried far below the toil
Sprouting roots like concrete shoots, blistering like a boil
Scabrous sores of parasites forsaken, dumb and loyal
If virtue is its own reward then let the bastards feed
Feasting on the rabid flesh of radioactive seed.