Faceless, dissenters in an ambulating swarm

Boiling from the cloud of us andthem

Hateful, assassins hurling thunder in the storm

Driven by the differences in men



Men



War is on, but never final

The casualties survive

Lines are drawn, intangible but

Combatants, greedy, resharpen the scythe



Battle horn, the trumpet clearing

Cacophony of words

Oaths are sworn, and heads are taken

Bout is won but nothing has occurred



Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men

When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again

Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride

What you have created, it's a thrash crime

Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite

Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right

Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine

Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime



Keening, the vultures on the body-littered earth

Picking at the carcasses of peers

Sated, each cackling a new line to the verse

Only half-attending what it hears



Wages cost, shame is crushing

Compounded by the din

All is lost, a head is hanging

Confidences shattered for his sin



Teeming sea, the colosseum

A circus for the dogs

Willingly, the victims enter

To take part in a violent dialogue



Bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men

When the dust begins to settle, the fight begins again

Pettiness a virtue, the badge of piss and pride

What you have created, it's a thrash crime

Harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite

Tearing out the throat of a fool because it's right

Obfuscate the meaning and re-educate the swine

Opinion is invalid, it's a thrash crime

It's a thrash crime

You are judged and sentenced to burn



Act of war (4x)