M.A.D.

The webs they* weave will be designs of our demise
Reckless in this nuclear age with better judgment paralyzed
They’ve sent our noble sons into a holy war we can’t undo
Now there’s no escape and a fiery hell to pay
Yet politicians proclaim visions of lasting love and peace
As corporations feast like vultures on those in poverty
We** bleed for gods and profits--deadly righteous causes
Watch as history recycles itself
And prepare to face a living hell
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
When faith or freedom are at stake
Mass destruction is mutually assured