Song Lyrics

""Business is business And who stands to gain? Just follow the winding paper trail to the top I can get away with anything And let the blame fall where it may... upon the heads of my enemies It does not affect me it's not reality until there's bloodshed on our own soil This is a new age These are the last days Put a soft light before our eyes And a caked on pretty face spewing vomit manipulations and lies Witness the triumph of freedom delivered When objective news media is a notion just as absurd as towers to the heavens brought to the earth (sent to the ground) by two birds Off with their heads and out with their secrets May the private interest revealed provoke public digest Snap a frame of groveling faultering empire. On he last leg With a crumbling foot made of clay Oh gratuitous honesty Lay your burden on me Suffer us this appalling blessing Let the truth be set free Fear is the catalyst Wrap us up in blankets of misplaced trust fear in itself is the catalyst Unified by tragedy and acts of aggression on our homes on our families The land of the heathens is ours for the taking""

Barry Mullis, Jesse Alford, Spencer Daly