Terrorists Songtext
von Kyshera

Which came first?
The Puppet or the string?
Who built the stage and now is watching?
Why is force the ultimate authority?
Whose interest does silence feed?

When there′s not a space left on this planet

That has escaped adulteration

Poverty's a commodity
That subsidizes the inequality
That breeds and feeds all hegemony and
Keeps society too divided to be a threat

We live in a gangsters democracy
To Serve and Protect its nobility
Emperor put some clothes on
Emperor put some clothes on
Emperor put some clothes on
Emperor put some clothes on


Will it always be the same way
From our desperate race to maintain our cage
To the sweat shops, depletion and war
The damage this virus has caused is everywhere

But those fanatical, imperial terrorists in Washington
Are Bastions of everything evil by Dollar and Gun
Do you think that if Jesus were alive

He′d shoot?

Wants before needs and shares before votes
Politics before justice and bombs before talks
Pillage before trade, arms sales before peace
Deceit before truth and fear before reason

Which ends first, blood or oil?
How can vice and virtue look identical?
In which direction does society rot?
Why does scum always rise to the top?

They can fuck with your genes and disease
What we swallow and breathe
What we think and believe
We've got everything that money can buy
But nothing that's worth the price we′re paying


Rule by a cartel of military and business and law
A system that calls this democracy is a fraud
Do you think that if Jesus were alive
The CIA would

Shoot

Shoot

Shoot

Let′s start a fire in the belly of the cannibals

There is nothing beyond expendability
Not nature, the future or society
Emperor put some clothes on
Emperor put some clothes on
Emperor put some clothes on
Emperor put some clothes on

When the well's dry and somebody pulls the trigger
You can guarantee that the culprits will be safe