What cruel world forces us to see the truth
When men, wrecked by the fork of greed
Seek more on more, pile gilt on gilt
And measure it to find a being's worth?

Virtue now becomes a ragged crow,
A quaint apology for this worldly life
Where all is merely chattel and testament
To the grossness of a leader's lust for power

And we are all made small and merely crawl
From sunlight down into dark despair.
The noble man a laughing stock for all
Virtue herself a stupid, barren whore.

The law we cry must put us back in grace
Justice should be for rich and poor alike.
"Too late," he cries, "for I have men with guns
And prisons a plenty for all whom I despise.

I and my men will squeeze the system dry
And like fallen leaves sweep you from the path
Of this great miracle which I call mine
For words mean nothing when your life's at risk."

So now we bow and scrape and do as we are told.
Revenge and horror run rampant in the land
Armies ready to murder show their standard flag
On which is writ two words in bold, "We Lie."