LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By Sigma

Tailwind from a loose pin in the bombs they drop
Fifty stars some stripes and a blood red swastika
Bodies scar the conventional weapons extravaganza
The buzzers over head hurt the Minds of those below us

Just cause her quill can sign a name in blood
Or his sloppy scrawled writing can okay a flood
That's taking lives around the world that you live in
With your God forsaken privileged life that you're living

Ask your god for solace no matter your religion
Case I said the fates have made their decision
To put a small incision in the minds of our upper class
And blind there eyes to the lessons of the past

Our past hundred years saw more war blood and gore
As technology goes up killing's a dozen to a score
And still the fat man in a chair wants more
Violence to stare at on his tv while the lore reads

That mankind was made
with intellectual prowess that makes our mind a grenade
Instructional videos on how to confiscate
Freedom from another then high tail it away

Ask your god for solace no matter your religion
Case I said the fates have made their decision
To put a small incision in the minds of our upper class
And blind there eyes to the lessons of the past

We can change our destiny to what we want it to be
But that means to let go of our greed
So implant the seed for you to concede
Your upper power lever to those in need

And don't heed these words with resent in your eyes
If we don't stop the rain, we're all going to die
In a flood that may be metaphorical or real inside
But judgement will arrive if you sit there and hide

Ask your god for solace no matter your religion
Case I said the fates have made their decision
To put a small incision in the minds of our upper class
And blind there eyes to the lessons of the past