And out from the smoke,    and onto the earth,   only one gift granted,   and that is power      The losers,   The liars,   The phony,   The dull and dim.       With nothing to lose, and no fear of the end.    They will tighten the noose, on the "American Dream"      The lonely,   The tired,   The hopeless,   The living dead.       Left feeling cheated, contempt and disgust   Feeling depleted. The day of the locust.      They slaved to save,   Never misbehaved,   No opinions strayed,   They want more than just a grave.