[Versew 1] Static on the Sunday show Same script in every throat Smiling while they sell us fear Passing laws behind a golden coat Cheap flags in the discount aisle While someone counts the overseas miles Ink dries on another deal And we’re told that it’s all “ideal” [Chorus] Rust on the flag Blood in the seams Who’s in the room where they trade our dreams? Shadow hands signing on our backs Follow the money Follow the tracks [Verse 2] Lobby lights never go dark Nameplates gleam in a marble ark Private jets on a secret list They toast each cut that the workers missed We’re busy fighting over bones While they carve profit into stone Every screen screams who to blame But never names the ones who game [Chorus] [Bridge] They say it’s fate They say it’s right They sell the story Dim the light But greed’s the god in every war Same cold hunger at the core It’s not one faith It’s not one name It’s power feeding off our pain Tear down the mask Follow the spine You’ll see the same old cancer climb [Chorus]
