Pocket Full of Poseurs

They lead you on Coercion and exploitation Here I go again Talking all this shit They got you all in their pocket At their discretion Like a barrel full of fish Soon ashes we all fall down So too the devastators Ashes we all fall down Like there isn't blood on these hands We willingly wipe all over our flag Like there isn't blood on their walls We reinforce through silence and our divisive roles So scream into a void That profits on our every outcry Every single word should matter more than all of this Every ounce of blood should matter more than all of this Every single word should matter more than all of this Yeah yeah Great catastrophe This cleanse is defiled Several decades long of dispossession Great catastrophe Yeah yeah Great catastrophe This cleanse is defiled Several decades long of dispossession Great catastrophe Can't seem to side? I think you fucking lie Yeah Can't seem to side, you can't seem to side Can't seem to side? I think you fucking lie Yeah Can't seem to side, you can't seem to side