Last bastion of Democracy,    Nothing but a fallacy,    Ashes in your mouth    Cowardice burns in your heart          Wielding power as god    You burn not with flame    But choke the life with your word    Profit gained is a freedom lost          Lost!    Lost!       A profit gained    Is someone's loss    You're not a king    When peasants do not pay    Enthralled masses    Are your legacy    Purveyors of a useless    Goods fallacy          Propaganda is a dirty word,    Unless it fools your mindless herd    Life in a crystal palace,    Substitute for an unused phallus          You rape the world,    With your dollar    As you climax,    Far lands burn...    Under the pressure    Of this 'freedom'    Their screams are    Left unheard