Let's make this the last truth
Let's make this the last truth,
gulping down the oil
your stomach full of envy.
Propelling projectiles pulsing in the night
their echoes only heard by the dead.
helicopters of truth
decide life like cattle in a candy shop.
it is us who are afraid of them.
THEY take our homes
THEY take our jobs
THEY take everything.
our bleak backbone brokers
polish and pamper our movie,
humanity thrown away like a dirty cloth
the distorted image our enemies our only escape
from the unconditional fear
of our reflection.