Wolves In Wolves' Clothing

We are Rome, Aztec Mexico, Easter Island paradigm

We are followers of Jimmy Jones, cutting in the kool-aid line



We are Animal Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film

We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing,

we are this planet's kidney stones



In the process of getting passed, metamorphosis from first to last

A system breaking down beyond repairs

A product of three million millionaires and 100 million easy marks



We are Marie Antoinette, we are Joseph McCarthy

We've finally become the divided states

A nation built on freedoms, fears, and hates, the denotaion of Irony



We all want a hollywood end, but we're getting a foreign one

The script has already been penned,

and titled, "the epitaph of a drowning nation"