Smash Your Idols

Even though, with hearts like soldiers,
still blind to the facts that lie before us,
you believe they will change, and you beg to die for it.
We're all but puppets, and the sheeps that they slay,
though you must kneel and submit for every inch they take,
to cannibalize your neighbors each and every day,
and when it's your turn to be swallowed, there is no escape.
These words and these deeds, in the end will crush your god,
the mass that will drown your savior’s thinly veiled facade,
intertwined and laced with your own inherent lies,

for your sins are but lessons for my own kind to apply.
I'm for ever eternal, the flames that burn your flesh,
to be sure that each man gets his share and none less.
Because his labor is the all that is most just,
pristine and pure, like heroin that's uncut.
And you will attempt to fight back, as surely you should,

your counter attack on the People’s coup will fail, it’s no good.
Beaten and bloodied, you did only what you could,
but just as the oppression you employed was for naught,
your schemes and your plots, the powers you sought,
fire now stands where your idols once stood.