Might is Right

In the day I hide in darkest places, to run away from the blinding light. A heavy shroud covers all my reasoning, the actions justify might is right? But who cares? And who dies? What deceiver tries to hide his lies...
A token promise seals the slyest offer, the colors running red into black. A heavy fist hammers down... Sign it! What have we lost. Digging. Ditches deeper. Promise. Promise nothing. Liars. Reap the profits.
A token promise seals the slyest offer, the colors running red into black. A heavy fist hammers down the willful. Kill all the patrons as they turn their backs. But who cares? And who dies? When the profits flow might is right!
A soiled banner flying high above them. Waving freely for the blood they've shed. Dealing death for their figure head... Dying. Slowly dying. Painful. Pain is pleasure. Dealing. Deal the onset. Slaving. Bred conformist.
A soiled banner flying high above them. Waving freely for the blood they've shed. All the patriots called to arms, dealing death for their figure head. But who cares? And who dies? No one questions when the smile's right.
Who gives a fuck when you have your freedom, just pay attention and move when you're told. Don't expect a quick death... Sign it! What have we lost. Digging. Ditches deeper. Promise. Promise nothing. Liars. Reap the profits