In the name of global empire they do all they can do.
They hide behind a process of universal truth.
With a finger on the button waiting for the chance
to have it all go off in a final blast.
But the dogs protect their masters like everything's okay
because they've got comfy houses guarded by the state
with a finger on the button, waiting for the chance
to bury half the earth in a coat of toxic ash.
Visions of a future buried in dust. Nuclear winter.
Corroded iron skeletons pierce the sky.