For The Masses - Gorefest

The pounding drums of slavery

Blood for oil from lower classes

Sold out for democracy

It’s a war

And I want more

It’s a war

Give me what I’m paying for

Put on war paint, bring out the flag

Kiss your loved ones now goodbye

Caveman days will soon be back

With death now falling from the sky

It’s a war

And I want more

It’s a war

Give me what I’m paying for

With fear I buy the people’s vote

I tell them tales of terror

Diffrent cultures I just loathe

I am the god of error