Drowning

We're all crawling to the beat of the mass march

Our good name has been dragged through the dirt

Blood freaks need another victim

The dead god wants to take on the world

But we are living in a simulacra

A copy of a copy of a previous set-up

Cold War, eternal, justified Slack

Or the nuclear remittance of our souls to the wrack

Frail, old, and weak

The local warlords are repeating their plots

They're full of leaks

Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot

Frail, old, and weak

The local warlords are repeating their plots

They're full of leaks

Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot

Spun out from the high of a century

Killing hope is the name of the game

You will bow to the god of finance!

We'll sanction you to death as a payment in advance

The American titan seeks out it's prey

But if you buy blood, we'll look the other way

Frail, old, and weak

The local warlords are repeating their plots

They're full of leaks

Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot

Frail, old, and weak

The local warlords are repeating their plots

They're full of leaks

Their skin is peeling and revealing the rot

I'm drowning in stats, and the numbers are fucked

We've been buying their shit when they're passing the buck

The veil has lifted to reveal the claw

We should sever the hand that forms the claw