Our faction has successfully
the enemy exposed.
It is no surprise, therefore,
so many’ve been disposed.
The body count implants the land
with sullen hidden graves.
The lord abstains, the lord disdains,
abandons earth to braves.
We wake up, then, in dance
and song, in deep security.
The goons pretend to play along.
We’ve pledged serenity.
No bombs go off. No lives are lost.
The band has fed it back.
The drone of history goes on.
The future fades to black.