While the Empire Burns

Apocalypse order Granted power Once again set to destroy The veil lifted The masks shifted Look upon the face of hate Appointed weakness Leading to darkness To the cheers of fools And the arrogant opposition So sure of their position Where are you now? Impoverished masses Claiming they want freedom Keeping the rich in power again and again Behold the power of many fools In awe and terror We start to see our fate As they proclaim their choice Their god appointed leader Lacking vision Short sighted moron Windbag yelling to offend One percent privilege Clouds his judgement Spoiled little bitch with a wig And look at the throngs Waiting in anticipation To justify their racist agenda They think their time has come