It is the policy of death and atrocity,
As an empire fails.
Nolo Contender,
As we swoon never-ender,
On a suicide Bender.
"The Americans have promised us a better life,"
"But we get only death."
Gunshot wounds to the head,
Nothing remains,
But a brute stare of nothingness into nothingness.
"The Americans give us advisers,"
"And blame and death..."
It is the policy of death and atrocity,
As an empire fails.
Nolo Contender,
As we swoon never-ender,
On a suicide Bender.
The gangs of thieves are salivating,
As the house gives up its treasure.
Empty the vaults,
Pawn the silver,
Throw a few crumbs onto the street.
This path, untoward and maldirected, leads to a festering pit of tyranny,
Take my freedom but leave me be and I will be a "Good American."
The gang of thieves depends on it...
It is the policy of death and atrocity,
As an empire fails.
Nolo Contender,
As we swoon never-ender,
On a suicide Bender.
Hot winds are blowing...
Irrigated by oil,
The sowing of guns proceeds aplenty.
And the heathen shall be driven from the land,
By a "just and merciful" hand.
Too many gods,
Not enough gods.
The righteous have spoken,
We are damned...
It is the policy of death and atrocity,
As an empire fails.
Nolo Contender,
As we swoon never-ender,
On a suicide Bender.
The words are spoken and written,
In a Babelesque cacophony of chaos.
Nothing is everything or something, maybe.
Images of heads spouting blather and lies,
Masks of death and Masques of Death.
A mimicry of life and love long since past,
Reality and truth have parted ways...
It is the policy of death and atrocity,
As an empire fails.
Nolo Contender,
As we swoon never-ender,
On a suicide Bender.
Black ops and copters, white hats and skin,
"You're with us or against us,"
And the middle ends.
We'll throw a few more virgins on the campfire,
Blood, sex and too many wrecks.
Never to forgive what we never remember...
It is the policy of death and atrocity,
As an empire fails.
Nolo Contender,
As we swoon never-ender,
On a suicide Bender.
