Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes

This tangled web we weave spans from Pine to Ruby Ridge

Back to Shay's defeat

On up to Gufstafsen

Now cue the ass parade of dittoheads and commisars and pricks

Drown out the faintest hint of commie faggot heretics

The nail that sticks up gets hammered down

The master's finest tools are found

Slack-jawed and placid

Amidst the cacophony

Of screaming billboards and Disney-fied history

Sometimes the ties that bind are strange

No justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked Hampton, Weaver, or Anna Mae

Where federal bureas and fraternal orders

Have cast their shadows

Permanent features build into these borders

But undercover of the

The customary gap we find between

History and truth

Founding fathers

Bask in the rockets blinding red glare

Bombs bursting in air

But the truth is

The back country learned of ratification

The people had a coffen painted black

And solemnly born in funeral procession

They buried it deep in the earth

An an emblem of their disillusion

Internment of their public liberty

Someday, somewhere

Today's empires, tomorrow's ashes