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The pulse in a wrist. The twist of an arm.
There's a new sound to panic, A yellow alarm
A landscape of symbols, A symbol of pride
The charming apprentice, The turn of the tide
The trust of a child, The time after church
Right on schedule, the kids starve well.

A brave new world order, A new source of scorn.
The table is set. The slaughter on mute.
Cowboys and Indians, Lockstep and drawback.
Rewind errata, surfing the blow back.
Impotent hipsters. Organized bosses.
Where were the parents? Cutting their losses.
The table is set. The slaughter begins.
A brave family order, yeah, we're so thin. . .

Decadent misfits come in from the storm
taking new shelter in ruling class bloodlines.
The comfort of playing dumb. The solace of going blind.
The flesh of the face first then the rest of it goes numb.
Powder your fresh face. Take it straight to the bank.
Follow your nose. There are no orgies alone.
There's a gun on the mantle, a book on the shelf.
There's a pig in the office who wants be someone else.

Terror green, terror red, terror blue, terror black,
terror gold, terror white, terror sold, terror cracks
like the spine in your neck when you think you're not next
The President's men tell us wrong is correct
Blood is water. Peace is war.
Oil is food. Sickness is health.
Poverty's wealth. Freedom is death.
Sanctions are mercy. Hunger is choice.

Turn away, turn away. Always act on display.
Play boy, play girl. Play dead. Play coy.
Look to the corner. Tend to your mother.
The horizon is still. A man playing God.
Gorillas in cages. A man playing God.
Machine guns in airports. A man playing God.