Kavara - Killing Makes a Living

A constant state of terror is all you need
To grasp the oblivious that blindly believe
Deceive the fearful with your lucrative plans
Lying in a green bed with blood-red hands
Bank accounts booming while bombs drop
The gravy train ride will never stop
A genocide is a small casualty
For building the empire of catastrophe

Greedy hands grabbing cash
Bills that reek of charred remains
The scent that never leaves your wallet
Over powers the stench of shame

Send the poor overseas
To bomb those with different beliefs
All the while the money flows
To the suits who want the war to grow

We’ll give you the tools and use it against you
Eradicate your culture and forever blame you
Peaceful mediation to set the people free
Gunpoint imprisonment against their pleas
Your guilty deeds will carry past your life
All while entombed in your corrupted casket
The screams and sorrows will live on
The blood is still running rabid

Its your doom, your demise
There’s no time for compromise
Drown in the sea of blood drenched tyranny
A fight for freedom you try to tell me

Ravelling in your demise
Swept away by all the lies
Marvel in your destined silence
The truth has stopped your reign of tyrant

Its your doom, your demise
There’s no time for compromise
Drown in the sea of blood drenched tyranny
A fight for freedom you try to tell me
Well, Fuck your war and fuck your money