VII the Fraudulent Songtext
von The Famine

Liars, how far is far enough?
When will you stop this?
Just when is your work done?
Who do you think you are?

Children playing dress up with dad′s guns?
Shouting orders from bitter blackened lungs
The grandest drunken brawl
The talking heads will praise your valor

The crimson gore of the martyr
Bathed in the light of the sun
A monolith forged in fire
Praised by poisoned tongues


The sheep when led to the slaughter
Despite their urges to run
Must heed the calls of their shepherds
Until there are none liars

Vultures, cowards in the sky
Are now descending on the bones of what has died
Their mothers must be so proud of them
For doing just as they were told

Spending their lifetime
Being bought and sold
I'll see your Ruby Ridge
And I will raise you one Jonestown

A battle less cloak and dagger
And much better publicized
The towering weight of a nation
It′s better not to fight, liars


It's haunting to think that our hands
Are what built this thing before our eyes
But rest assured it is real
And it will not stop until it controls our lives