As we move to the noise of bitter discontent

What will stop us from fighting for all that was meant?

 

We know nothing of each other

Nothing of ourselves

Nothing in our dreams

Nothing on our shelves

 

There must be something wrong amongst those foreign trees!

They cross our lines

Root here

Then sow their sinful seeds!

 

This was once a great nation

We’d bend all others to our will!

Empire was blood and batter

And pumping blood should never still

 

At last we found a savior

Let all moral memory rot!

We cared not for the future

The past is what we sought!

 

The past!

The past!

The past!

 

Alas it was divine!

Unkept colors didn’t matter

Their glory could be mine.

 

We do not care for history

We do not care for facts

We do not care for truth

For that is what TRUE POWER LACKS!