Book of Revolution

Further down the wishing well

The pale horses descend

The wheel of time is turning

As we're thirsting for the end

Faith's accursed plagues have reaped

The Eden fruits with drought

Apocalyptic famine's war

Yet spill no drop of doubt

The only change is rising seas

That flood the streets in vice

Treading in the melting pot

As cook's increase the price

The cost of life almost as high

As crossing Heaven's border

For the heathens' health and home

We offer you no quarter

Here lion rules devour

All the naive little lambs

And prayers will fill the bellies of

The beggar's hungry hands

Now fear and hatred subjugate

The mass consumption slaves

Buying that salvation lies

Somewhere beyond the graves

Locked inside such walls we jail

Convictions in a cell

Of mind incarceration

With a death sentence to hell

In anthems of hypocrisy

To not take part is treason

Yet burning cross injustices

Need only pious reason

To deny the evidence

That helps us to evolve

From silly monkey problems

Flinging shit can not resolve

Unless this nation under God

Pledges loyalty

To the truths it has forsaken

We can not be free