Extreme Prejudice

While we smoke missiles and fossil fuels
Count down world wars, we won’t get to three
Number zero, the class one, will sure suffice
To end our kind with extreme prejudice
We’re just a little bit angry
We’re just a little bit sad
We’re just a little bit behind you
Balaclava-clad
Crowbar in hand
Devoid of demands
«There's wrong and there’s right…
Evil says one life is worth less than another
Evil says the flow of commerce is our purpose here
Evil says concentration camps for folks deemed lesser are necessary
The handmaid of evil says the concentration camps should be more humane…
It’s time to take action against the forces of evil.»
(W. Van Spronsen’s final statement)
But I guess enough’s enough
Romanticising violence, bluff
To the eyes of omniscience, piss off;
Why sound the alarm?
What I do in my head’s my own problem
What you do to the world is shameful harm
«Fascism serves the needs of the state
Serves the needs of business, and at your expense
Who benefits??? Rich guys.» (Ibid)
Each bone cracked, strained tendon
Will swing back, full volume
Wish I could be there
And play the background tune
But I’ll be long gone
Before you go down, I know
Just remember your turn
Is coming, head and halo
As we dive bootstraps first
For the ground below
For the ground below!