Dogs
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 imageWe believe in the fight to the finishWe desire the almighty dollarThe pound of flesh, the golden collarLick the hand, we give our land to dogs
Here we are in the yearsThe blood, the sweat, the tearsHave made us bondage slavesIn a world that we never made,The politicians lick our bones,The tacticians, hearts of stoneThey turn us against our brothersMake us fight and kill each otherLocked in lust we put our trust in dogs
Here we are again,The dead still look the sameWho cares, they're soon forgottenNobody loves a corpse that's rottenYour fathers, mothers, daughters, sonsHave been taken by the chosen ones,But don't forget you made the choiceYou made your mark, you raised your voice,They're all the same, you're all to blameYou're dogs