A mass of hands press on the market window

Ghosts of progress, dressed in slow death

Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise

Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle

A mass of nameless at the oasis

That hides the graves beneath the master’s hill

Are buried for drinking the rivers water while

Shackled to the the line at the empty well

The world is my expense

The cost of my desire

Jesus blessed me with its future

And I protect it with fire

So raise your fists

And march around

Don’t dare take what you need

I’ll jail and bury those committed

And smother the rest in greed

Crawl with me into tomorrow

Or I’ll drag you to your grave

I’m deep inside your children

They’ll betray you in my name

Sleep now in the fire