Violence is a golden god
To he who holds the power
Killing in the name Christ
His blood is milk gone sour
violence till the end of time
its human to the core
killing with a grin my friend
the duty of the poor
slaughtering with no soul
machines do all the work
press a button and then let go
and watch the fireworks
satellites so high up they are watching you like god
make you move both left or right a cosmic cattle prod
there was a time with out this shit and back then I felt free
but they are here and watching us fall down on our knees
cameras in the ceiling cameras in the sky
cameras in our thoughts plugged into our eyes
cameras in our mouths cameras in our ears
judging everything we say and everyone we hear
cameras fucking everywhere, its truth they say they see
but in the end the most guilty are always first set free