Jungle Warfare

One nation
 Run by wolves
 Ruled by pigs
 Occupied by sheep
 Branding them in broad daylight
 That's okay, 'cause I'm alright
 Wait, oh no
 The troughs run low
 The pen you go
 Cauterized, enslaved
 The wolves feast
 On the weak
 Hearded by the hunter
 You'll follow the tail in front
 Who's ass smells like your own
 Where is sheepman
 Gods, be pleased
 I slit, my guts
 Red, as roses
 Food, for maggots
 Love wealth, love hate
 Love wealth, love pain
 Love wealth, love guns
 Love wealth, love drugs
 Love wealth, (?)
 Love wealth, love death
 Be pleased
 The sickled tongue, misleads
 You to a right god
 To bless
 Our nation of sheep
 Darwin, grow me the horns
 And I will, charge my way out of here
 Branding them
 In pale moonlight
 That's okay, we're bred to die
 On a greener
 Grassier, front line