The Beast

There's a sound on the wind like a nuclear bomb
cnd a noxious smell in the thick of the fog
But the heads let the tails keep wagging the dog
cnd the dregs of war march along
To the screams and the cries rising into the sky
Like a choir comprised of the marginalized
cnd the light that shines in their million eyes is enveloped by a flash-bang flight
It's a long hard way to fall
When you refuse the wisdom
Written on the wall
cnd the wolf you choose to feed
Becomes the beast that tames you
May their devil take them all
Then a bullet flies through the heart of the crowd
cnd the militants march through the chemical shroud
cs the coward in chief spits his hate out loud and his sycophants snivel and bow
Til the scene explodes in the city square
cn electric charge and a great despair
cs the children choke on the toxic air
cnd the tanks roll onto the scene
It's the death of the cmerican dream