Otep

nothings changed
the senates still corrupt
& the emporer remains insane
and everyday
is a new strain of slaughter
supply lines are less protected
evil on all sides
eye can smell the death on your flesh
-- creeping in
trapped within the twisting fingers of fear
and all eye see is ewe
that face
those eyes
burning like leprosy
eye can see u there
poisoning the air
prostituting Nationalism
and eye want to attack
to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back
and vomit a world of agony and truth
into your throbbing illness of memory
... and hate guides our way
eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back