The Ink And The Quill

The water turned black
 And it's just getting darker
 So be afraid, be afraid
 Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
 The neo-christian theocrats
 Pray on a Sunday afternoon
 Then welcome in Pinochet's men
 To intimidate and kill
 All that we know
 All we know
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid
 Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid
 Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
 So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication
 There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping
 We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction
 Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill
 We are the hidden fist of the free market
 We are the ink, we are the quill
 What have you learned through the years?
 What have you learned from your fears?
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid
 Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid
 Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
 Water tastes like arsenic
 Feel it pumping, coursing in your blood
 Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe
 Room spinning, kiss your ass goodbye
 Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride
 We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies
 A bill of lies
 (Be afraid, be afraid)
 (Be afraid, be afraid)
 (Be afraid, be afraid)
 (Be very afraid) of the coming nightmare
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid
 Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
 Be afraid, be afraid
 Be very afraid
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 There's a storm cloud gathering overhead (oh, no)
 Ominous, black, reigning hell (oh, no)
 When it drops jackboot down on your streets (oh, no)
 You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth
 Built on a corporate welfare scam (oh, no)
 Rumsfeld doctrine stealing wealth (oh, no)
 Profit's so saccharine sweet (oh, no)
 The Wall Street bankers weep
 As the storm gains strength
 The aging levees break
 The ancient ground does quake
 And your lungs fill with your spineless apathy