Servitude

Who, who do you serve?
 For whose empire and for whose whims?
 Is your honor judged by men?
 Will you lie?
 Will you lie if they say it's their will?
 Will you die or continue to kill?
 Until the generals all have their fill
 Craven cowards
 Armchair warriors
 You will serve them well
 What, what will you write?
 For whose pleasure, for whose delight?
 Will your readers see your light?
 Will you say that the singer can't blow you away
 That we hate people just 'cause they're gay
 Women and children all stay away
 To whom, whom do you pray?
 Do dollars wash your sins away
 Does God love cold hard cash?
 Do you say, if we all just continue to pay
 All our ailments will go away
 And our souls all will be saved
 God's not with you
 "Holy Roller"
 Your heart dwells in hell
 Why, why do you run?
 Our awareness has spoiled your fun
 Our eyes see you too clear
 Will you hide from the joy of expressing our pride
 For the leaders and people who've died
 While combating your genocide
 Chains are breaking
 Minds are waking
 Soon we'll serve no more