The Thieves Banquet, Pt. 2 - Akala

Towards the end of the feast the devil decided

He was so inspired, he couldn’t be bothered with giving no prizes

In fact he said he would just retire

Cos he could see that what was required

To keep our children living in fire

Could be supplied by these thieves and these liars

Who had respectable titles

So he pronounced that he would bounce

Go back to hell as his house

Co-sign his work to these thieves like it was just an ounce

We know not what what was said

But still live with the effects

Of what was agreed by the greed

That night on the Banquet of thieves

The gist is this: The devil bestowed

All of the powers for ruling the globe

Only to those who would sell their soul

And take the devilish oath

I solemnly swear to steal and kill

Not because i’m hungry for meals

But because my hundreds and millions

I wanna see turned into billions

I solemnly swear to make a place

Where women and children are raped every day

Where some eat ourselves to death

And others can’t get a crumb on the plate

I solemnly swear to turn the globe

Into a living hell for most

And drug with death, anything left

That grows or has a pulse

The monarchs and dictators, religious leaders and the bankers

Had one more course before they could complete the Banquet

Screaming and panting, baby children were brought on plates

The end of their tantrums came

When they were stabbed in the heart with a stake

And chopped into pieces, served raw with the blood still warm

All the thieves gobbled down the children without a second thought

The devil explained;

if ever they got to a place where they suffered pain

Or the slightest of shame, for killing a child

They should leave the game

Cos the noblest aim is to turn a child’s flesh to flames

For the hollow concept called profit so known as personal gain

The devil explained, there is a god, death is his name

So treat this life as if it was nothing more than a monopoly game

So get to work

There’s people to starve and people to slaughter

And also to torture, any rebellious son or daughter

If ever you fail, or find yourself getting to frail

An angry devil will be forced to return from the comfort of hell

(rand of applause)

All the thieves got up from their seats kand gave the devil applause

Bayby’s blood dripping from their jaws, totally reddend the floor

With that the devil vanished

And left the thieves in the palace

The banker was the first to speak on how they could meet the challenge

Look my fellow thieves

As long as we unite on the scheme

We’ll be living with dreams

There’s never been a team this mean

Yes Spiritual death

Is what I provide at the devils request

Monarchs can make laws and the courts

That would serve and protect

Our interests and nothing else

Commoners can fuck themselves

Cos we all see, democracy will just fuck up our wealth

That’s where I can add some value

To this gathering of men

I can kill in broad daylight

I don’t have to pretend

I can do the things that all you rich developed countries can’t be seen to do

in public

But we all know you love it

Yes!

And we can pretend we’re enemies, still at war with each other

Though we couldn’t be further from the truth we are practically lovers

You’re quite right mr Banker deception must be used

We’ll hire prostitutes to spread our views

And call it news

Another set of prostitutes that call themselves artists

To say what we tell them to

Spineless Bastards

Religious leader

Thou art a wonderful thief

The last thing that we do need before our schemes complete

Is a set of puppet politicians

That talk a lot

That the people think hold the power but they’re really our dogs

Yes yes yes, yes oh fucking yes!

Let us drink to murder and theft

Until there’s nothing left

The thieves took a toast of warm blood

And nearly drowned in laughter

The Bankers passed out a charter

That they had carefully drafted

For the international organisation

Of theft and murder

If we could sign this in blood

It would be totally perfect!

That’s what they did

They took the child’s bleeding finger

To sign a commitment

To keep the human spirit a prisoner

That’s how it’s been since then

A cannibalistic system

Run by themes dressed in death

Blessed with the devils wisdom