Imperial Corpse Lyrics

Grease the gears
To grind the poor
Corporate lords
Beg for war
Blackened skies
Burning flags
Nations wrapped up
In body bags

Old bastard Uncle Sam
Has new cultures to demonize
Forget your lame and sick
As their suffering is monetized
Grinding flesh for paychecks
Morality has lost
Profit margins soar
If you ignore the human cost
Millions of lives wasted
A dead rock under frost

Bombs fall from the sky
Condemn all to death
Hopeless they cry
Decimation

With the push of a button
Millions are sentenced to die
Humanity's destruction
In the service of lie
Where will they spend their millions
With society blown to shit
Centuries of progress
Thrown down the money pit
Capital is a drug
That has left us all dopesick