Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
  Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
  Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
  Your deception's given us a way to separate
  The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
  Genuflect away the sins that we've known
  Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
  So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
  Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
  Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
  And every time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines
  Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
  Headlines distort what we see as our borders
  And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
  A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds
  Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
  Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
  No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same.
    Thanks to Brad (red13inferno@yahoo.com) for these lyrics