The heart beats a finite number of times
It's concrete, but who decides?.
It's my will, my urge, my search, my curse
To castrate, dominate, control and negate.
And when I've s**ed out all there is,
Your memory will be your bridge.
Conduct your wars against invisible enemies,
You don't represent me, rally support,
Use the media channels you maintain like open veins.
Those who stay outside, they froze,
Re-ignite the blaze that's old.
Bring the oil online and bring it home.
Well you can try and refuse and dismiss all,
You wish but you cannot deny it is out of control.
Burn your world, sing my songs
Sell your kids, take the brunt.
Burn your world, sew my Nikes
Eat my sh**, take the Brunt.
Great deceivers, white hillbilly caesars,
Thinkers in your own world don't trust you either.
Snuff more de-valued lives for oil,
Infidel troops on so-called holy soil.
Slogan-shrieking bombers, lethal commerce,
And stalked peace offers for profits.
Acceptable losses with no tribunals and no due process,
It's out of control.
Burn your world, sing my songs
Sell your kids, take the brunt.
Burn your world, sew my Nikes
Eat my sh**, take the Brunt.