like rats from the wreckage

we patrol the decay

through the ash and the darkness

the scavengers pillage what's wasted away



and power corrodes and compromises

the hands once held so high

the lies the vain plead for their very lives



no sunlight or shadow

just the rotting remains

of the clergy pariah

and the millions of sinners shackled in chains



drowning in blood and holy water

the bombs turned the battlefield to dust



so what's left of the world

to divide and to dominate

and rape and defile

or oppress and discriminate

it's all over did anyone get their way