Left right

Left right left right,
Without any right or wrong,
How they get the slaves to fight,
History suppressed by song.

Hands up

As a statue in a trance,
Snap a shot of self surrender.
Part your legs and raise your hands
As your privacy we render.

Silent as we run you through,
Underneath your underpants,
It’s the least that you can do,
Your only value’s tolerance.

Licensed

When freed from God’s will,
We’re licensed to kill.
When freed from God’s Son,
We’re licensed to run,
Naked in space,
Around, or in place,
Lost with no head,
Freed, but still dead.

Tiny grunts

No restraints revealed, clear our fate is sealed.

Thou shalt nots be gone, thou shalts from now on.

Too many to follow clouding each tomorrow.

State run tiny grunts acting out their wants.

Paying for each day with freedoms holiday.

Righteousness

Righteousness seems slavery

 Viewed without His truth you see.

Forgiving us he sets us free

Fixed within his liberty.