When three mortals can save six million,
I'm no longer content to stand in line,
The woven blanket that warmed and kept us,
Now seeks to enshroud our eyes.

Mask off and never look up again.
Two sides that bore a dove that's sleeping.
"Free market's" the purjure that forced me to disarm
your attempts at prosperity.

Prosperity
The masses burning unaware,
Carrion clinging to their food stores,
An armament that's going to leave a mark.

Carbon dating's kind of lost on adults,
For we're swimming in a world engulfed.
I'm afraid that private health care's lost on children malignant,
local and uninformed.

Mask off and never look up again.
Two sides that bore a dove that's sleeping.
"Free market's" the purjure that forced me to disarm
your attempts at prosperity.

Prosperity
The masses burning unaware,
Carrion clinging to their food stores,
An armament that's going to leave a mark.

Leave a burn.