---Kawazu Awazili---
Enforcers of eviction,
profiteers of addiction
do the faces of the people you hurt even haunt your dreams?
Lawmakers of restrictions
making all of our decisions,
are your opinions based on what you see on television?

Staring down the barrel of humanity's demise,
minds full of advertisements, mouths full of french fries,
distracted by celebrities as toxins fill our skies.
So we build more nukes and recruit more troops,
send our children off to war with a bullshit excuse
to expand upon our national petroleum abuse

---Chorus---
It's a cold blooded business that runs the world,
it's a gold studded fabric that covers our morals,
let armies quarrel and tomorrow we'll cleanse the swords.
Cold blooded business extends our cemeteries
like the paychecks of the Blackwater mercenaries.
There's more money dealing death than you could ever hope to carry.

---samthefox---
Secular suburban martyr
Eyes on his departure
Down an interstate highway paved with postwar pride

The tanks block his direction
and fire at their discretion
cause his race is prone to bombs and suicide

He adds more fuel to the war machine furnace
Dubbed a hero, praised for his service
Children idolize his weapons and fatigues
He just needs some money to get through school
But gets shot down in the heat so cruel In a war perpetuated by elite industry leagues

---chorus---

---Kai'enne---
Every three seconds, a child dies.
Died.
Died.
Died.
Every 40 seconds, some poor soul who just couldn't take their shit anymore hangs themself, blows their brains out, jumps off a building.
In the United States alone- the so called Greatest Country in the World- 600 homeless people die a bitter, suffering, hypothermic death every winter.
People with hopes and dreams and plans and lives and friends and families.

There' so much on my eyes I just can't see,
everything I gotta do, everything I gotta be.
If there really is a God,
he don't need to help just me.
So we avenge the deaths th'
were our fault in the first place,
perpetuating yet another arms race,
all the lies and theft and death's already past obscene.

---Chorus---
It's a cold blooded business that runs the world,
it's a gold studded fabric that covers our morals,
let armies quarrel and tomorrow we'll cleanse the swords.
Cold blooded business extends our cemeteries
like the paychecks of the Blackwater mercenaries.
There's more money dealing death than you could ever hope to carry...