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Stamping out the ancient cultures to spread a new disease

Sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas

The banner is white, blue, and red

The locust’s flight to swarm the dead

A buzzing plague to cage the lost

The spreading web breeds holocaust

The Third World’s in your sweaty hands

You bleed 'em dry and rape their lands

You loan 'em cash to kill their soils

White bureaucrats divide the spoils

Swirling red and blue lights flash upon the housing walls

My back against the lockless doors of countless bathroom stalls

Sifting through a puzzled life until the pieces click

Wading through America—the hate, the lies, the sick

(I'm) spittin' at the flag you wave

(I'm) pityin' the life the life you gave

The propaganda zombifies

To stuff your head with hateful lies

(And) violence really keeps the peace

All across the Middle East

With diligence, we scorch the soil

And siphon out their precious oil

All these patriotic lies oft sicken me to wake

How much shit and disrespect are we supposed to take

While you chant amongst the bleachers, «USA is number one!»

We’ll cheer the empire crumbling down to rot beneath the sun

We have to be the winning team

Democracy’s a dying dream

And everything is classified

To keep our terror justified

We have to keep our engines filled

So what if foreign blood is spilled?

I’m blind to the reality

If the media lies, it’s news to me

This is what you’re proud of when you have your little flag

A sovereign nation brutalizing a wetted paper bag

And all the worlds a cage

We’re locked upon the stage

(In a) Capitalist society

We’re threatened by autonomy

Their labor must belong to us

In cash and greed and God we trust

(It's) just another policy

To cripple their economy

Bury them in endless debt

To the World Bank and the IMF

(So) I’m burnin' up the flag you wave

I’m dancin' on your fuckin' grave

You’re sellin' devastating death

You’re suckin' souls and robin' breath

And your greed’s a blasphemy

You’re profitin' from misery

Where will all this madness end?

When the money burns and cities rend

(The Rain)

A golden sunset in darkest night

It melts the skin and blinds the sight

A fungal cloud of blackened ash

The rain floods down to spark the rash

Into your mind, the sickness bores

While underground, they lock the doors

You glide into abysmal deep

Escape, escape, to sleep