The Color of Blood - Misery Index

What instills fear into the hearts of men

The pale blank stare of the bastard sons of Sam

Waltons perched on high, big brother Bush’s patriot act

As Fear, the great inhibitor, can motivate the taking of lives back

Consume… your empire your tomb

We sold our SUV’s

We bleeding red and black

We got up from our knees

And took that shit from Wal-Mart back

And I could give a f*ck about this shit robot parade

Red white and blue and sleep

And so soundly they shall stay

I’ll curse this till my throat will bleed, bleeding red and black

In the wake of awakening, red and f*cking black

Consume… your empire your tomb

Lying to yourself, a state of self delusion

As commonground with greed is a commonplace illusion

Who should peddle fear onto the hearts of men

As fear, the great back-stabber, can give one means to stand