When dogs lick the corpses
Of the soldiers who fell,
Stomped by the trojan horses
The four horsemen ride to hell,
When town criers shout nonsense
And generals shoot the sand,
When kings hide behind pretense
So the blood keeps off their hand?

You ignore the carnage,
Living just because you spawned.
Saying nothing takes no courage:
Your inaction hangs the wronged.

Conception
Deception
Recession?
Ride.

When dead gods roll back boulders
To crush human intellect,
From patriotic shoulders
Electing martial architects,
When taxation starves the poor
To feed kakistocracy,
When a nation forces war
To spread false democracy?

You steal a blind man's eyes
To eclipse a moon charred red.
In the dark you trust the lies
Because you fear the dead.

Conception
Deception
Damnation?
Ride.

The blind all watch you riding
On those trojan horses too.
The truth is not worth hiding:
You are death, and death is you.

When bushes burn with napalm
And they only chose to say
"the storm's before the calm,
Just shut your eyes and pray,"
When books deem some the chosen
And all others marked for death,
When sand dune suns have frozen
And the zephyr lost its breath?

You call your trojan horse
And ride into the dim.
Its hooves know no remorse,
The world crumbles at its whim.

Conception
Deception
Redemption?
Ride.
Ride away to judgment day.