Wolves In Wolves' Clothing

We’re Rome, Aztec Mexico, Easter Island paradigm
We are followers of Jimmy Jones, cutting in the kool-aid line
We are Animal Farm Pigs, we are a Terry Gilliam film
We are fear Oligarchy, we are wolves in wolves' clothing, we are this planet’s
kidney stones
In the process of getting passed, metamorphosis from first to last
A system breaking down beyond repair
A product of three million millionaires and 100 million easy marks
We are Marie Antoinette, we are Joseph McCarthy
We’ve finally become the divided states
A nation built on freedoms, fears, and hates, the denotation of Irony
We all want a Hollywood end, but we’re getting a foreign one
The script has already been penned, and titled, «the epitaph of a drowning
nation»