Might is Right

In the day I hide in darkest places, to run away from the 
blinding light. A heavy shroud covers all my reasoning, the
 actions justify might is right? But who cares? And who 
dies? What deceiver tries to hide his lies...
A token promise seals the slyest offer, the colors running 
red into black. A heavy fist hammers down... Sign it! What 
have we lost. Digging. Ditches deeper. Promise. Promise 
nothing. Liars. Reap the profits.
A token promise seals the slyest offer, the colors running 
red into black. A heavy fist hammers down the willful. Kill
 all the patrons as they turn their backs. But who cares? 
And who dies? When the profits flow might is right!
A soiled banner flying high above them. Waving freely for 
the blood they've shed. Dealing death for their figure 
head... Dying. Slowly dying. Painful. Pain is pleasure. 
Dealing. Deal the onset. Slaving. Bred conformist.
A soiled banner flying high above them. Waving freely for 
the blood they've shed. All the patriots called to arms, 
dealing death for their figure head. But who cares? And who
 dies? No one questions when the smile's right.
Who gives a fuck when you have your freedom, just pay 
attention and move when you're told. Don't expect a quick 
death... Sign it! What have we lost. Digging. Ditches 
deeper. Promise. Promise nothing. Liars. Reap the profits