Tried and true
Pale through and through
All leading us down to the end
No moral ground
All safe and sound
It's all just an illusion
Cause you're too blind
Too blind to see
To see the world
For what it is
The politics
The hypocrites
Keep feeding the delusion
Like vultures on a branch
Keep watching over
Just waiting for their chance
Far end, for all
The war machine, the hunt for green
Nothing is ever what it seems
It's safe to say, It's all a game
All in the name of greed
Part of the scam, we're triggermen
Triggermen for tyrants
Always the same
Pretend we change
We're born this way
Tame or be tamed
Whatever happens to the puppets in the plague?
The crooked cross amends
You hide your colors in the absence of the flag
The honoring descends
Too numb to feel
Too sore to heal
When it's easier to bleed
Hands of a few
Hands off the truth
When ignorance is bliss
The proxy war
The golden chore
The profit of your seed
Far end, for all
Take all, end all
Until then it goes on and on and on
Whatever happens to the puppets in the plague?
The crooked cross amends
You hide your colors in the absence of the flag
The honoring descends
Whatever happens to the puppets in the plague?
The crooked cross amends
(Amends)
You hide your colors in the absence of the flag (the flag)
The honoring descends
Are you the victim or the vulture?
Are you the puppet in the plague?
I - know - we –
Can't stand a chance so let them reign
Oh
Go!