Crimson Thorn. Perverse Policies. Zeneszám

Once a nation, twice the decadence
A brood of vipers, waiting at the door
Laissez-faire-ism echoes, lustful delight
Telling us we must have more, is this right?
The monolithic drive, of self interest
Builds yet brutally tears apart
The poor are told, of the trickle down effect
Yet we still, neglect the heart
Political game, what a shame
Push the dagger within
Get involved, then maybe you'll solve
The perverse policies
A world leader, among many

Number one in perversion, and idolatry
Buried in debt, America will pay
Intrinsic needs of man
Sought by worldly flesh
Finding truth in Christ
Is the only rational plan