Like snakes in a pit you ring and kill them as they retreat
From on high` you're blind to all the death you cause on distant streets
And all the pain, it’s just a drop on the map (fuck it) you never see
The rage. inside the dead abide by the principles that you seek
When you drop the bombs
To instill with shock and awesome lack of humanity
It’s just a game, you play a child creates a new hegemony
From the sweat of slaves you pay so that they’ll pretend they're free
Its all the same a whipping post drawn in the desert we all see
You drop the bombs
Kiss the tip of my cruise missile
We liberate you in the name
of the father, son and holy vessel
to be filled up with your pain
fall down from 20,000 feet
can you feel the reign
of freedom
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