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letra de new axis power - the thought

[hook]
on the border of armenia
the skirmish has returned
while the oil fields in syria
are commandeered or burned
there’s a new axis power treaty
in the middle east
between the us, israel
the saudis and uae
what the motives have to be?
but just a savage power grab?
we want a free palestine
they want a passive pasture slab
all the bodies y’all been dining over
how’d you have an appetite?
sipping scotch in your loafers
to attack by satellite
[verse]
you’ll pay for your crimes
only so many streets you can line with the soldiers
that you dispose of like orange rinds
keeping gore in mind, i adore when the foreigner’s blinded
aim your sights on the sore, ’cause you bored and mindless
life of a sword for the old and spineless
price of the horde, can’t afford a virus
thinking the tyrant’s isis
blowing up stores like it’s n0body’s business
paying for wh0res with the poor man’s riches
touring the country, they tore it to shreds
war is the pageant they scored for the dead
know enough people that signed with a sergeant
to tell you “they’re evil, they like to be harmful”
they’re arms of a system in jeopardy, flailing out desperately
i can’t forgive them their treachery

[bridge]
ain’t been a decade in the last century
or recent memory
where we haven’t been accessory
or the leader of the posse
for human rights violations
so f-ck this fascist nation
[hook]
in a marketplace in yemen
slavery is not abolished
and a mile of ancient relics
in afghanistan demolished
there’s a new axis power treaty
in the middle east
between the us, israel
the saudis and uae
what the motives have to be?
for this destruction of history?
is inflicting a misery
on the locals called liberty?
all the bodies y’all been eating over
how’d you take the silverware?
before your unmanned rover
dropped explosives from the air?

[verse]
ruling-class weaponry
just another booted foot on the centipede
thinking that they batman, fighting the bad man
when they abandoned the genevieve
“yeah, let’s go bam-bam the enemies”
better no bandana, bend to me
uncle sam’s first-born with an m-1
“put me in a van that can handle in the sand, you can bet on peace”
please frag your colonel, leave him in the ground and burn his journal
god will give you grace in the place eternal
think about the way that they raped lavena
make your rage infernal, that’s a major hurdle
set danger purple
when the racists in circles of power
keeping the gates from the journalists’ scour
ain’t no debate, it’s a cover-up, just look at the cowards!

- the thought

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