Lyrics War Party Party - Higher State, EMC, Hermitofthewoods

War Party Party

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