There's contradictory, x-rated, chitter and chatter
That's under their strict control, for no lives matter
For all despots decree, and to death will condemn
From their hidden, satanic lair, of their viper's den
Kill, or be killed, it's their fact, not your drama
For the quicker the end, the sweeter the karma
All the tyrants, they know, even as they decry
But they'll do nothing, for they need you to die
The war is never over, if the war, can't be won
For harmony's a threat, not controlled, by a gun
So the autocrats agree, to keep the fuses, alight
Their needs greater, than a sub-classes, ex-might
There is nowhere else, and every god is a fraud
Death cannot be controlled, it can only be lured
The oppressors all know, but ideology, inspires
A narrative's the truth, from the lips, of the liars
There's controlling, x-rated, chitter and chatter
It's the puppet masters will, for no lives matter
The despots, tyrants, autocrats, and oppressors
Are a dystopian regime, of freaks, and regressors
