We see the tyrants bucking when their lives start to crumble
The high turn humble when the empire dumbled
The bone chilling condition, war criminal villain
The pronouns are pronounced as chosen and victim
The bombs and the billions to reign on the children
The holy land built on mass graves you feel it
The poets and the singers got stories and they spirit
Owners in the business oppose it when they fear it
But the trees don't forget it, the breeze blow the message
The rivers and seas hold the image
The tears on our cheeks and the beards hold the sweetest little ring
Jeff and the steam repeated in our dreams
When the time turned time, Mr. Meek finally speak
Oppressors beg the fire to cease
The hearts go blind and so the eyes go to sleep
And who keeping the ruins that you see and ask you in that museum
Can you feel it?
No, they're oppressed, each other where they rest
The weak ones laugh for better dwellings
And they welcome them as gas
But love wasn't present in their breath
They only knew the power to devour and possess
They raided and invaded their spaces and their flesh
Called on terrorists when they resist
Their own violence, they called defense
Fear was at the center of the lens
So the more people they kill, the more horrified they get
The brave broke ranks in the name of the sacred
They quickly erased and accused them of self-hatred
The circus got cracking, a million-dollar attraction
Flickering and flashing to deliver the distractions
OPM was the religion of the masses
So they withdrew trash to see the pillars that were cracking
God count the action when the math ain't mathin'
They lit their own match and started dancin' in the ashes