I'll look on responsibly, I won't breathe a word I swear   The emancipation of the rich will benefit who again?    I'm sorry, but the means always reflects it's end,   and the blood bath's still warm and running over, running over me   Now thinking's obsolete, and blood don't feel all that bad...   Apparently.   Why does the family divide?   Disarm the threat- decentralise    See choice is the right to kill-   But life subject to state control,   And we're all left wondering why   Our constitution don't apply   While government's doing it's best   To further chem, and oil interests.   Blood red under blue skies failing notice- I'm all right   Never looking out for one another- how will we survive?   The more things change the more they seem to stay the same   We shuffle the deck- but the cards remain   And the same hand still gets played.   Every reason is kept at bay, and any meaning lost in the fray,   Passionless, indifferent we look on.