faceless dissenters in an ambulating swarm boiling from the cloud of us andthem hateful assassins hurling thunder in the storm driven by the differences in men men war is on but never final the casualties survive lines are drawn intangible but combatants greedy resharpen the scythe battle horn the trumpet clearing cacophony of words oaths are sworn and heads are taken bout is won but nothing has occurred bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men when the dust begins to settle the fight begins again pettiness a virtue the badge of piss and pride what you have created it s a thrash crime harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite tearing out the throat of a fool because it s right obfuscate the meaning and re educate the swine opinion is invalid it s a thrash crime keening the vultures on the body littered earth picking at the carcasses of peers sated each cackling a new line to the verse only half attending what it hears wages cost shame is crushing compounded by the din all is lost a head is hanging confidences shattered for his sin teeming sea the colosseum a circus for the dogs willingly the victims enter to take part in a violent dialogue bragging rights the spoils in a war of tiny men when the dust begins to settle the fight begins again pettiness a virtue the badge of piss and pride what you have created it s a thrash crime harvesting rewards from the hours used in spite tearing out the throat of a fool because it s right obfuscate the meaning and re educate the swine opinion is invalid it s a thrash crime it s a thrash crime you are judged and sentenced to burn act of war 