Crimes intrusive of the American heart.
Our future stage set by evil's bit part.
Men so driven by their own rotting souls.
In our indifference we shall pay the tolls.
As they ride in on horses and pass out our dues.
It will be too late for any and many in twos.
Hold tight to your god right up to the last.
Men are mere gluttons who care not for the past.
Rise up to your righteousness in arrogant smite.
And beckon your god to bring hope-bearing light.
Pray that he picks you from your fearful despair.
As I'm sure you've done daily for those in your care.
And the glorified men that are those we pay to.
Our homage to them and their homage is due.
Their embassies falter; their kingdoms will fall.
And down will come America, rich men and all.