One nation

Run by wolves

Ruled by pigs

Occupied by sheep 



Branding them in broad daylight

That's okay, 'cause I'm alright 



Wait, oh no

The troughs run low

The pen you go



Cauterized, enslaved 



The wolves feast

On the weak

Hearded by the hunter

You'll follow the tail in front

Who's ass smells like your own



Where is sheepman



Gods, be pleased

I slit, my guts

Red, as roses

Food, for maggots 



Love wealth, love hate

Love wealth, love pain

Love wealth, love guns

Love wealth, love drugs

Love wealth, (?)

Love wealth, love death 



Be pleased

The sickled tongue, misleads

You to a right god

To bless

Our nation of sheep 



Darwin, grow me the horns

And I will, charge my way out of here 



Branding them

In pale moonlight

That's okay, we're bred to die 



on a greener

Grassier, front line