Instruments of power-claws
Justice blinded by ambition
Under-compensated duty
Spawning bitter subjugation
For lack of targets clear
And rise of battle culture
The enemy so near
A populace of vultures
Imagined threats beget
This overreach of power
Authority inveterate
Bend, submit, cower
Bottoms up, glasses
Our power is established
Let them moan and protest
Their lives reduced to ashes
Shake the hands that feed you
Watch your pockets glisten
Your time with us is wisely spent
Our cash is your religion
Arm yourselves, masses
That we might have some practice
Take our toys straight to your house
Flash our guns and badges
Pray to your gods
Hold fast your Constitution
Your faith in us was poorly placed
Your rights are an illusion
Neurarchy - Anathematics Lyrics
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Instruments of power-claws
Justice blinded by ambition
Under-compensated duty
Spawning bitter subjugation
For lack of targets clear
And rise of battle culture
The enemy so near
A populace of vultures
Imagined threats beget
This overreach of power
Authority inveterate
Bend, submit, cower
Bottoms up, glasses
Our power is established
Let them moan and protest
Their lives reduced to ashes
Shake the hands that feed you
Watch your pockets glisten
Your time with us is wisely spent
Our cash is your religion
Arm yourselves, masses
That we might have some practice
Take our toys straight to your house
Flash our guns and badges
Pray to your gods
Hold fast your Constitution
Your faith in us was poorly placed
Your rights are an illusion
Justice blinded by ambition
Under-compensated duty
Spawning bitter subjugation
For lack of targets clear
And rise of battle culture
The enemy so near
A populace of vultures
Imagined threats beget
This overreach of power
Authority inveterate
Bend, submit, cower
Bottoms up, glasses
Our power is established
Let them moan and protest
Their lives reduced to ashes
Shake the hands that feed you
Watch your pockets glisten
Your time with us is wisely spent
Our cash is your religion
Arm yourselves, masses
That we might have some practice
Take our toys straight to your house
Flash our guns and badges
Pray to your gods
Hold fast your Constitution
Your faith in us was poorly placed
Your rights are an illusion
Writer: Jacob VanBasten
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