From the recording War of Submission
Lyrics
It is not the difficulty of the problem which we have
It is the fact that the rich people of this country
And by rich people I mean the super rich
Will not allow us to solve the problems
Or rather the one little problem that is afflicting this country
Because in order to cure all of our woes
It is necessary to scale down the big fortunes
That we may scatter the wealth to be shared
By all of the people
You trudge
Between the swamps into a cage
Confined by what they say
Never guessing
Never bleeding
Never screaming for a cause
Driven to hide from your worth
They pilfer your body and mind
Institutions promoting your health
Are driven to profits and wealth
Poison
The well
Making them
Decay
Suppression is the name of the game
Weakened men make the world decrepit
It's no surprise that you're losing a war
When those oppressed don't know they're in it
Violence of a subtle degree
Often times goes unnoticed
Instead of force they conquer with wit
Tricking you into a life of suppression
Why can't you just see
What they do to ruin your life?
You could be so much more
But you just let them win
Why can't you just do something about it?
Stop them
Do something
Wake up
Stop letting them kill you
Rise
Fight Back
Make a stand
Repay
Suppression is the name of the game
Weakened men make the world decrepit
It's no surprise that you're losing a war
When those oppressed don't know they're in it
Violence of a subtle degree
Often times goes unnoticed
Instead of force they conquer with wit
Tricking you into a life of suppression