Dying on This Hill

I will I will I will

Die on this hill

No I don’t live on pills

Don’t need that kind of thrill.

If looks could kill

I’ll just lay here and be still

What values can I instill?

Just another fantasy unfulfilled,

I will I will I will

Unless the messiah comes back until

Just another toxic spill

Can’t you feel that totalitarian chill?

It’s a game of flesh and riches

Governed by sons of bitches

All Satanists and witches

All against the people’s wishes,

Just when I thought it could work out

Most people don’t even care to know about

There’s no room for doubt

Too many people going without,

I will I will I will

Unless the messiah comes back until

Just another toxic spill

Can’t you feel that totalitarian chill?

Life as we know could end

Who will you call friend?

Through all those prayers I send

Only so far you can bend.