Pox Americana

Put out the fires enlist a call to all our banners
Erase them all and punish anyone who abdicates or throws
As we terrorize their homes

Set light the pyre conscript an army of fanatics
Eradicate the earth and burn in effigy the scientists and the law

So let the trumpet sound I want to burn it down
And let the meek surrender
Surround the abattoir and let the guilty stand alone

Attack the walls arrange the arsenic and tannin
Poison the well and watch them die behind the parapets they've built

So let the trumpet sound I want to burn it down
And let the meek surrender
Surround the abattoir and let the guilty stand alone

When all the tomes are read and all the blood is shed
Who's left to render judgement?