The Color of Blood

What instills fear into the hearts of men
 The pale blank stare of the bastard sons of Sam
 Waltons perched on high, big brother Bush's patriot act
 As Fear, the great inhibitor, can motivate the taking of lives back
 Consume... your empire your tomb
 We sold our SUV's
 We bleeding red and black
 We got up from our knees
 And took that shit from Wal-Mart back
 And I could give a fuck about this shit robot parade
 Red white and blue and sleep
 And so soundly they shall stay
 I'll curse this till my throat will bleed, bleeding red and black
 In the wake of awakening, red and fucking black
 Consume... your empire your tomb
 Lying to yourself, a state of self delusion
 As commonground with greed is a commonplace illusion
 Who should peddle fear onto the hearts of men
 As fear, the great back-stabber, can give one means to stand