They've got themselves a new spin

On the story, twisted for one-sided glory. Devastation soon

Becoming fuel for the masses new fury. A greedy hand in

The guise of a good man. So threatening. So deafening.

So silencing, that familiar stance. The burden now passed

To us, we lose our footing but still try to stand.

No control.

No more rules.

"Perpetual war for perpetual peace", turn a

Blind eye to poverty while manufacturing new enemies. The

New slave's south of the border, murdered or overseas. We

Still struggle with the fact that one percent has ninety-nine

On their knees. Washington's drawing up war plans, while

There's still no hope for the homeless man. No one should

Have to live under these men, iron fists with gun in hand.

No more control.

No more rules.

They try to make you

And me live life by their design: No free thought. No free

Speech. No peace of mind. They make a move to confine.

But they'll never silence me as long as I can Breathe!