By the hand of the people il overthrow the government.
Stubborn man prompt with a soul and a sovereign sense.
Summon peasants;
Essences watch backs of modern men.
Illusion of presence is the haunting past that fathers them.
I sign for the common pen, this is not farm ground.
We are not livestock and won't let our guard down.
Know that it starts now; the rise of the 99.
The voted eat their hearts out we find that it's finally time.
Finely dine one last occasion on ignorance.
Then fall as all elite obsolete to a different.
Envision a lyric thats straight up as the previous.
Im told to have spirit when the elected are devious.
Scheming pricks; superficial officials - the big dogs.
Get our backs quick or we're officially p*ssed off.
The buildings soot the Empire commanded by 'loyal' lip.
Civilians of Iraq fight to only live.
Oil rich; we'd drown gold back into earth crust.
Twenty in gas doesn't go as far as herb does.
Will continue