Sons Of Malice

Look at us now
It’s a good damn tragedy
Justice for all
Another white wash travesty
Out of spite, out of sight
Self absorbed and callous
Seek 'em her, seek 'em there
We seek those sons of malice
Pulling the strings
But always with impunity
Rolling the dice
Without care of humanity
Towers of gold
Built high on your apathy
Mammon is god
And he thrives on the enmity
Tear 'em down