job for a cowboy
signature of starving power
Let the money glutton kings recommence their laws with a hushed signature Of starving power Silently wielding their supremacy blindly over the heads of a shackled Empire A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule to have Absolutely no clout  A nation stripped naked of all rights from the fingertips of ravenous Dictating wolves So simple for them to justify, so utterly effortless to execute The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda With new commandments birthed and implanted, they compose phobia's from the Running blood of thousands Stand before your corporate God's, intoxicated on money and power