F.U.D.

The ranks unfold

Leaning against their gods

Dark echoes of old

The rise of the bundle of rods

Don’t trust that man

And don’t trust that man

False prophets

Hatchlings from rotten pods

The ring of stars

Shines on a few percent Don’t mind that farce

Rome always falls in the end

For every puppeteer in charge

For every bankster still at large

The game is on

The road is paved with nails and teeth to hell on earth and beyond

White saviours

Straight from the muck of the pond

Uncivil rights for all the world to see

Hidebound troglodytes

Knights of conformity

Blinded by the vision of a phallic run society

Killing for tradition

and that god sent inequality

Holy book thumpers

We’re the whores of Babylon

Within the lands we bled upon

As foretold in the pages

of the Necronominocon

Barren fields of junk and slag

Your nation’s banner is a rag

Let’s burn them all but Jolly Roger

and that pretty rainbow flag

Fear! Uncertainty! Doubt!

Vile corrupt economists

Blood anointed dogmatists

Whining sad misogynists

Simian supremacists

Market forces bring decay

The Eurocrats have had their way

Workers treated like machines

Built to serve the kings and queens

You’re fighting the collective sin

And walk in other people’s skin

Scared of everything obscene

Sucking out the oxygen

Dividing of the classes

Manipulate the masses

Who all deny the greater good

They’re wallowing in victimhood and

Fear! Uncertainty! Doubt!