Snuggle into those blankets, snuggle in tight
Enjoy it, it's gonna be your last time in your bed tonight.
Next time you'll be heading for eternal sleep,
towards a bright light.
But despite what might not continue or what may cease.
Our intent is starting war. We say fuck peace, it's not good for the economy.
The least we can do to ensure our immoral accord,
Is condition young children for the road long and hard.
Ethics and values? What are they for?
They're restrictive, yet respectful, but invaluable cards.
Sorry folks but our agenda and these had to part.
They retard the progression of our pockets filling with cash, more currency.
So for those who revolt, well, there is no mercy.
The goal: To impose democracy all throughout "impressionable, uncivilized countries."
To obtain political leverage with camouflaged sentries.
Armed with imaginary free speech and the red, white, and blue.
The task will be presenting elaborate lies, "a supposed right to choose."
But...us, the orchestrators, we know the truth.
The citizens are being used, this ensures we win and they lose.
We gain power and they are eventually left with their freedom bruised.
Listen up civilians, we need to solicit you as internet does porn.
Uncle sam is in need of your first, second, what the hell, your third born.
Resources are low, now watch prices soar.
Our economy is crashing so we'll take what others have stored.
Our tactics are hardcore. Better to do this then wait for our peoples accusations.
America shows no weakness, we are the strongest nation.
Elimination is what we are intending for our new world order.
What did you expect from Earths record breaking mass consumers.
What we say goes and we'll annihilate all debates or disheartening rumours.
We believe that we are greeds martyrs and foreign lands must be conquered all over.
Destroy all the strange, cultured, disturbors.
Take their babies faces and sell them to gerber.
So die with no pride and join our regiem or 6 feet underground you'll be laid.
We demand your vote, our gigantic debt needs to be paid.
Ten hut march, there's money to be made.
The road is paved and has gold inlays.
So quit thinking, always be listening and NEVER disobey.
Being all you can be doesn't mean that you aren't a number without a name.
Mind your P's and Q's and remember that we promoted you to slave.
So when you are in limbo, regretful with things not going your way.
Us bastards that started this will stand by your grave.
We'll credit your loyalty, courage, and how well you behaved.
We'll represent your voice to hide why you were slain.
You perished for America, land of the brainwashed, sheltered, and tame.
Oh don't worry, for all others dead, we'll repeat the same.
But to us, in our minds, expendable pawns are the dead defined.
In god we trust, ya, thankfully he turns a blind eye.
For we are instigating the shedding of blood while the mothers and wives fill their hearts with tears cried.
America is the super power and we are ignorant as fuck.
If you came as a refugee and want to go home..well, too bad your stuck.
Now go home and watch propaghanda on your local news network.
Shut off your mind and refrain from expressing your thoughts.
Freedom isn't actually present here, open minded we are not.
The political parties are the ones who decide what sheep are taught.
So one more time before you are riddled with an enemies fatal onslaught.
You were born to be shot or blown up.
Now snuggle in your blankets, hold them tight.
Tomorrow you're old enough to be sent to the frontlines.
Ok? Alright?
Now snuggle in, now say goodnight.
Never listen to what your conscience states as right.
The government is your leader. your provider.
The hand that feeds you never bite.
Goodnight, lil soldier, goodnight.

Tara Reeve May/18/2006