War Party Party - Higher State, EMC, Hermitofthewoods

They think they’re the bomb cause they drop so many

The war party’s party making human confetti

I wish the bombing was graf, the battle people rocking steady

DJ revolutions, MC’s voices armed and ready

Please excuse our point of view

We’re the broken records with the breaking news

Names your god and clash, making cash and doom

Here’s the fundamentals of who’s leading some troops

God Bless America!

resounds through congregations

The jubilation’s tasteless draped in shades of tribulation

It’s capture and subjugation chased with rapture and revelation

In a rapid reclamation writing the reverse of reformation

They run to the Right looking for a fight Lets give it to them

Lay them to ruin, they’re moving We’re doing nothing

Institutions are a prison — specifically systolic evangelism

It isn’t hit or miss it’s that «Ol' time exceptionalist religion»

Limiting living divisive indifferent explicit descriptions

Of scripture revisions in the Inquisition prism a mission

To stick it to the system blister the skin of their victims

You gotta hit them with the wisdom scratch 'listen'

The intolerant and belligerent attitudes are hypocritical

And the devotion to inequality is entirely inexplicable

You really want to know what Jeshua Bin Joseph would do?

He’d probably cold beat the motherfucking shit right out of you

So you can either offer proof, accept the truth, or let’s have at it

Because I’ve had it with this erratic attack on the social fabric

We don’t all believe in magic, subservience, and unworthiness

And I’m pretty sure the fire they speak of doesn’t burn within

The gated community unity with impunity opportunities

To drop in on the gooniest and talk them into doing shit

Scared of evolution because they’re a loose link in the chain

They strain to train the brain to drain the reason away

They say: «Doomsday anyway let’s play, gun spray

Oh hey enjoy the stay at X-ray?

Ok!

Crusade!

Teach shame and shoot the intellectuals

Indoctrinate the kids — demonize the homosexuals!»

The pull they have is parallel to presidential power

Eleventh hour battle lines are scoured onto ivory towers

Military prowess they’re growing hungry

Organized and influential and They are coming

God bless America resounds on country stations

Like Neo cons had wrote the songs

And foreign policy came from God

Support the troops who fight for you to bring the world salvation

Choruses for the masses, amped up for the faithful

The leaders preach freedom is granted from the almighty

Well ask why the fuck he only gives it to whitey

With long lists of bombings, hegemonic, economically

Dominant, prominent demonic mission launchers

Media limits debate to whether wars are winnable

Eluding the fact that murder violates their fucking principles

Love thy neighbor’s oil, chase it waging

Blatantly racist invasions, while claiming that Satan’s evaded

Through baptism, cleansing mind

And spirit from sins in which they toil

Monopolize the spoils of illegal wars

Ya got a get out of hell free card for terror you endorse

Hypocritical mother fuckers, I can’t take it anymore

You stand against abortion yet support dropping missiles

There killing forgiveness, instilling their vision, division

It’s friction with different religions, to pillage positions

And kill the resistance or make em all Christians, listen

Republicans summon the drumming that functioned for Cold War

With Russia to usher destructive constructions of Muslims

Whole countries viewed terror suspects

Time to hunt the leaders they once funded

You didn’t bomb the Bible Belt when fundamentalists struck home

You sought to bring em to justice not make war zones

But no, you explode homes, so heads will roll

And strike with time machines to send em back to year zero

Centuries of pillage aligned with divinity

Claim to fight Satan while he props up your industry

The money of sinners keeps flowing in your doors

If you personify Satan, they’ll support your fucking war

They think they’re the bomb cause they drop so many

The war party’s party making human confetti

I wish the bombing was graf, the battle people rocking steady

DJ revolutions, MC’s voices armed and ready

Please excuse our point of view

We’re the broken records with the breaking news

Names your god and clash, making cash and doom

Here’s the fundamentals of who’s leading some troops