Anarchy abounds in a selfless land
Of great minds with seasoned hands
The time bomb is slowly ticking
The grandfather pendulum swinging.
When the time comes
When the running sun finally sets
The meandering rivulet shall darken into blood red
And those cheered in with pop and fanfare
Shall be jeered out with bombs and warfare
Enclosed in a fist of ritual solidarity
Is our virtue, honor and liberty.
Let the one with ears run
And the one with legs hear
For the muscled leg of the valiant warrior
Jellylike at the sight of rolling heads
Will be the beginning of a whirlwind
Tip if an iceberg
In this selfish land where chaos abounds.