The Beast

They'll take it all now and leave you with none
 They'll even take your children if you don't run
 But there is nowhere to hide from the beast
 Invited by cannibals to attend their feast
 The smell of death it fills the air
 But they hold their nose and vote and pretend they care
 Familiar feelings set deep in your bones
 When you open the door to what was once your home
 Where there's smoke
 There's bound to be fire
 Where there's gold
 You'll find thieves and liars
 Ask for prisons
 Someone will build them
 You dig graves
 The beast will fill them
 You work your fingers down to the bone
 But keeping your pay like getting blood from a stone
 They are hungry and they want what's yours
 To feed their soldiers and to feed their wars
 They call it taxes and paying your share
 They'll hold you at gunpoint and strip you bare
 They call it fairness and doing what's right
 Where I come from they call it a reason to fight