Cruelty’s The Point (Admit It)
This is one is dedicated to The Department of Homeland Cruelty...
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Shall we light the stage with pain? And count ‘em all bloodstains? Divide and conquer truth apart, Like no one would smell a fart! [Verse 2] Is your barrel pointed well? Do you feel divine as people yell? Is your silence sleek and smooth, Like the lies you tell the youth? [Chorus] Is it policy, or performance art? Dead kids make a striking chart... Is this cruelty, is this real, Or just how you love to feel? [Verse 3] Does your shit make you feel tall? Do you hear ‘em fascist calls? We are not fooled… this was built. You gloat and feel zero guilt. [Bridge] Zionist or Nazi cap, Doesn’t matter, same old trap. Only difference in the fight? Where the barrel’s aimed tonight… [Chorus] Is it policy, or performance art? Dead kids make a striking chart... Cruelty’s the point, admit it, And you’re goddamn loving every minute. [Outro] You’re nothing but an evil puppeteer, And we see ‘em old strings real clear. [end]
