Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes

Tangled web they weave
Spans from Pine to Ruby Ridge
Back from Shay's defeat
On up to Gustafsen
Now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads
And commissars and pricks
To drown out this faintest threat
Of commie faggot heretics

The nail that sticks up gets hammered down
The master's finest, his finest tools were found
Slack-jawed, placid amidst the cacophony
Of screaming billboards and Disney-fied history

Sometimes the ties that bind are strange
No justice shines upon the cemetery plots
Marked Hampton, Weaver, or Anna-Mae

Where federal bureaus and fraternal orders
Have cast their shadows
Permanent feature built into these borders

But undercover of the customary gap we find between
History and truth founding fathers
Bask in the rocket's blinding red glare
The bombs bursting in air
One nation indivisible

But the truth is the back country learned of ratification
The people had a coffin painted black
And solemnly borne in funeral procession
They buried it deep in the earth as

An emblem of the dissolution
Internment of their public liberty
And someday, somewhere
Today's empires, tomorrow's ashes



Credits
Writer(s): Jord Samolesky, Todd Kowalski, Chris Hannah
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