It Is the Secret Curse of Power That It Becomes Fatal

Would you give up
 Power serves itself
 Power, and no one else
 Desire to command is a bestial urge
 So those in power must be purged
 Power serves itself
 Power, and no one else
 Noble intentions that twist perverse
 Fatal poison is power's curse
 The secret curse
 The secret curse
 Privilege kills the minds and hearts of all
 A handful crowned and the rest made to crawl
 Power once delegated will turn on us
 Its nature is not to serve but to oppress
 Leaders misuse their power is what you think
 No, my friend, they simply use is the thing
 Power is inherently wrong
 It splits the people into weak and strong
 Who protects us from ourselves?
 Power serves itself
 Power and no one else
 Power serves itself
 Power and no one else
 Marching up a cliff
 Charmed by a gleaming crown
 Joining hands we leap
 We all fall down
 We all fall down
 We all fall down
 Dehumanized become the poor
 Troughed cattle to be slaughtered
 Poisoned by the lure to lord
 We eat our sons and daughters
 Power blooms its venomed flower
 Whose sickly fumes impel
 Our rulers to twist democracies
 Into hegemonic hells
 Ours is the sickness of the deer which is shot
 Because it's the activity of the hunters to shoot him
 Ours is the sickness of the deer which is shot
 Because it's the activity of the hunters to shoot him
 Electing those who we know will turn
 Betrayal which we never learn
 Knowing they protect their own interests
 With bayonets and clenched fists
 You protect us from ourselves
 You protect us from ourselves