Wolves In Wolves' Clothing
We are Rome, Aztec Mexico, Easter Island paradigm,
we are followers of Jimmy Jones, cutting in the kool-aid line.
We are Animal Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film,
we are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing, we are this planet's kidney stones.
In the process of getting passed, metamorphosis from first to last,
a system breaking down beyond repairs,
a product of three million millionaires and 100 million easy marks.
We are Marie Antoinette, we are Joseph McCarthy,
we've finally become the divided states,
a nation built on freedoms, fears, and hates, the denotaion of Irony.
We all want a hollywood end, but we're getting a foreign one,
The script has already been penned, and titled, „the epitaph of a drowning nation“
