Our gross Materialism
Spun from dark Imperialism
The majority now the Rebel Alliance
Inside heroes as villains our reliance
Mastery of blasted graves
From their hateful blaze
Them versus Us from the start
Them always the smaller part
They won’t join our safer game
Saying there’s not enough to gain
Waltzes of war we have long danced
Lasting peace we have often chanced
But underneath the armor we’re eternal kids
So we turn into sambas and take it on the chin
Waltzes Of War
Clay The Scribe 