Suicide Kings

 

Whip-saw volatility of markets and metals

The planet is dying while they pull out the petals

Bombing nuclear plants begins the final genocide

They’re strapping us down to go along for the ride

 

Children writing their names on the bombs

To send to other children who have it all wrong

They should’ve overthrown their tyrant long ago

Now that the tyrant at home tells them so

 

Send more soldiers to the next daily grind

But hold back a few to keep us in line

Wrap a flag around it and most will comply

If the “traitors” don’t like it, they can go home and die

 

Beware the next “hero” marching into the fray

Beating impossible odds and winning the day

It’s a stage show for the Antichrist

A man that will gain the support of both sides

 

Not that there’s anything left of their brains

As they push to drill oil while they talk climate change

Perhaps at the end, fools will know what it means

To have given their souls to these Suicide Kings.