Here we are in confusion. Could be it's all an illusion. Who knows the times to come. The years to face the race to run. We believe in graven image. We believe in the fight to the finish. We desire the almighty dollar. The pound of flesh the golden collar. Lick the hand we give our land to dogs. Here we are in the years. The blood the sweat the tears. Have made us bondage slaves. In a world that we never made. The politicians lick our bones. The tacticians hearts of stone. They turn us against our brothers. Make us fight and kill each other. Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs. Here we are again. The dead still look the same. Who cares they're soon forgotten. Nobody loves corpse that's rotten. Your fathers mothers daughters sons. Have been taken by the chosen ones. But don't forget you made the choise. You made your mark you raised your voice. They're all the same you're all to blame. You're dogs.