Wade through swamps of your own creation
Then wonder why they're there
Make your claim, your declaration
Pretend like somehow you care
Listen to all the sounds you've made
Bombs and guns and screams
Destroy what's left, watch them fade
The wishes, the prayers, the dreams
You hear their cries, their hopes, their pleas
But to the fields you will not go
Guns you will not fire to bring them to their knees
But you dine in gold as they fall below
Hold the key to peace
Hold the key to war
Neither will you begin nor cease
But you peer inside each door
Cower in your house of gold
As you listen and ignore
Watch as it all unfolds
Hide as they knock down your door
