Warlike - Remedy Drive

Keep your m?

out of my kids skin

Keep your chemicals out of my oxygen

Keep your chemo out of my blood stream

Keep your?

and your war machine

My street by the first and the strongest

And that street a military conquest

You can’t take the prophets out of context

You can’t love mercy if you love conquest

I’m not joking here

Uh

Something’s broken here

I just hope it’s clear

It’s just smoke and mirrors

They’re just stokin' fears

They’re just racketeers

It’s a thin veneer

They’re just ticklin' ears

Strong man said lets steal their ore and cheer them on

Strong man said lets scorch the soil of the children

Strong man why you celebrate the talk of war crimes?

That don’t belong man

I’m not a fan of air bombs and land mines

Demi gods — like demagogues — like warlords

White collar frauds

In New York suits or in camouflage

Either way it looks the same

Its a corruption — it’s a con job

Why are we so warlike

Why are we so warlike

Clear cut — landfill — oil spill — strip mine

They’re draining out the essence of my soil through a pipeline

So more like a flood going toxic from the start

It’s oil and not blood flowing through your dark heart

Where is the justice here?

Uh

They’re just profiteers

Special interest got their ears

But we need our opiates

And our titanium

We displace the masses

With cocaine and uranium

Building industry on the backs of the exiles and the enslaved

Just like back home in the good ol' days?

Is this a blood diamond

I can’t tell

Blood?

are in my cell phone

How did we accumulate so much wealth

Well, the war criminal is myself

Oh.

Why are we so warlike

Why are we so warlike

The shrimp boats

The Kun Kun

The Carper

The Coffee

The gold?

The cotton?

Why am I brining it up

Again and again

I’m giving them the sugar cane

It’s still the same

We’re looking the other way today

It feels like we’ve forgotten

Without the demand

There’d be no need for supply

There’s blood on your hands

Man

And there is a plank in your eye

You don’t look a thing like Jesus Christ to me

You look like self-righteous apathy

You look like entitlement and supremacy

Ye who tread on the weak

To defend the wealthy

You talk so casually

Of the less

Battles, backs and schisms

Can’t you see the causalities

Of your hyper nationalism

Ahh