Genghis Tron

We take pride in our short sights,
Our past horrors
Shout coarsely with a long stick
Lest we seem sane
Were strangers
Pulling stolen reigns
Im not proud
Were staging an ugly fable
Our hands are awash with lies
Most blame will fall
On this useless mob
Their bloodlust grows
Our whips blow back
It grows
Theyll snap our necks
All we are--all well be
Is so wrong
[ City On A Hill Lyrics ]