The Big Lie
Canciones de Cooke Caswell

There's terror in the eyes of the millions of oppressed
inflicted by the residence of the nation's own best dressed.
The proletariat's grievances can be quelled with one swift blow;
right to the framework and the feeding grounds of the stratocracy they
know
They're executed one by one for a heritage they pride
and the world can make no consolation for the millions who died.
There's not one pursuit that can begin to cure the summation
of the damage done and the injustices apt men abhor.
And all that's on the mind of the country's head of state
is to eradicate society's scourge, a prejudice fueled by hate.
The systematic genocide that left the nation torn
is symbolized for the public's eyes and on the sleeve is worn.
It demonstrates a hate so blind it knows no bound or wall
because of its malefaction it caused [a government/man's dignity] to
fall.