Blood of Our Rulers

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Buried deep inside is a hidden nation of lies.
Built on a foundation of digital shadows and spies.
Ignore, forget, pretend the dangers
Aren't a dictatorship in disguise.
Cluelessly defiled, watch as your aspirations putrefy.

Behind closed doors they judge you,
And then they forever seal your fate.
There is no turning back now,
And we only have ourselves to blame.

We stand by idly
While their lives rot away and our sick, poor, and children die.
"Come fight the machine with me," he said.
"This gun is all you need, let's burn this mother fucker down!"

Blood of our rulers,
Ambrosia of liberty!

Chained, starved and beaten,
Textbook judicial atrocity.
Chained, starved, beaten.
This is how they die, this is how we die.

These reveries of democracy are the epitome of hypocrisy.
Left and right are just two sides of the same coin.

Bursting out the shadows, we charged.
This was our moment
But the bodies just kept piling up.

Victory was ours for the taking,
The bombs bursted, the ground was shaking.
"The broad stripes and bright stars were gallantly streaming,
O'er the home of the brave, and land of the free!"

This is an anthem for the histories.
Drink deep the ichor of our enemies.

There is no refuge.
Only the certainty of a soldier's death.
Honored by few, forgotten many.
Fetid, decaying, disgraced, and withering away.

Was it worth the sacrifice of your sanity?
No matter how hard we try, it's bound to repeat itself in history.
Give up, retreat and yield.
Inevitable political slavery.
This illusion democracy,
Eternal master of destiny.

Give up.
Conform.
Retreat.

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from Ghosts of Revolution, released July 22, 2014

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