People running towards their gold,
as the master presses his mold.
People running to the sin,
ready to give in,
and the DARK ONE laughs – “the jokes on him” …
A nation of slaves acting like kings …
A nation of rapists, a nation of thieves …
And in a trembling voice, you ask:
“GOD WHY DID YOU DO THIS?”
And the Lord looks down, with a frown, and says:
“Buddy, you broke it, you fix it.”