• Glorified murderers paint peace across a city in which they don't belong

    While across the vast expanse lie the bodies of those who knew they were wrong.

    Freedom of Speech has become a hapless joke.

    A voice raised in opinion is bound to be choked.

    Instead they've coined a new phrase to slowly outlaw speech.

    But 'political correctness' is not for me.

    And slowly it kills and slowly it corrupts us

    Until we're reciting patriotism like bible verses.

    This smoke from their peace-bearing bombs..

    It creeps into the lungs of a forgotten cause..

    So that maybe the generation after next when we all have inhaled their lies

    The plea of the people will fade with the night sky.

    And killers will be heroes and liars will be saints

    All in the name of the tempting picture that they paint.

    Then tomorrow on the T.V. you can see how our government saves..

    While behind their stand-up background lies a good man's grave.