Plutocracy

Sacrificed in the desert sun
Worthy as he pretends to be

He whispers,
“Nothing's wrong. Now move along.”

Well, I'm sick that you're shameless
I'm sick on the lies
I'm sick it came to this
I truly despise

The president

I'm this close to freaking out
Or giving in

But we'll stand ground
And take you down
And live without

The fading sunrise
Last trickle of life
I never elected
I truly despise

The government
At peace at last
At peace with fools
Guard thy faith
America
At peace at last
At peace as fools

I won't feel peace
As long as they're
Draining this earth.