One nation
Run by wolves
Ruled by pigs
Occupied by sheep
Branding them in broad daylight
That's okay, 'cause I'm alright
Wait, oh no
The troughs run low
The pen you go
Cauterized, enslaved
The wolves feast
On the weak
Hearded by the hunter
You'll follow the tail in front
Who's ass smells like your own
Where is sheepman
Gods, be pleased
I slit, my guts
Red, as roses
Food, for maggots
Love wealth, love hate
Love wealth, love pain
Love wealth, love guns
Love wealth, love drugs
Love wealth, (?)
Love wealth, love death
Be pleased
The sickled tongue, misleads
You to a right god
To bless
Our nation of sheep
Darwin, grow me the horns
And I will, charge my way out of here
Branding them
In pale moonlight
That's okay, we're bred to die
on a greener
Grassier, front line