Armed Metropolis – Our Mutual Compromise Of Conscience lyrics

who’s the agent with the nerves running orange?...
who’s kissinger’ms at Nixon’s watergate party?...
centered in economic interests...
inflation benefits an elite that profits...
constructing establishments of life threathing franchises...
alkaline epidemics swarms consumed pharmaceutical crisis...
to a masquerade of spineless compromises...
how would the wolves ever survive?...
a wave of lanterns sailing crusades...
my whiskey gallows captivates me in this pallisade...
the rebirth of a dying art...
they’ve sweared on our lives that renaissance by here starts...
who’s suited in black handcuffed to a briefcase?...
who’s dropping bombshells flying blackhawks over bakara market?...
they’ve proclaimed confrontations as a profitting commodity...
the productivity of drugs and weapons exploits us in consistency...
how would the wolves ever survive?...
a wave of lanterns sailing crusades...
my whiskey gallows captivates me in this pallisade...
the rebirth of a dying art...
they’ve sweared on our lives that renaissance by here starts...