Private War

Lawless vultures

In polyester grace

Synthesize divinity

They're singing sweet songs

Drain the blood from your neck

And picking at your bones

They're singing sweet songs

Little sonnets of war

But it's just begun

Dance like cannibals

To the beat of the drum

Bred like racing dogs

At the point of a gun

A kleptocratic haze

Of vintage wine and *******

A kleptocratic haze

Rabid and crazed

Medieval frenzy

Of caste and barricades

Euthanize the human waste

Manufactured Gods

With interchangeable pink flesh

Junkies and perverts sit

With royal etiquette