We are the heartless

The ones with the voices in the darkness

The double-edged choices with the sharpness

To vanquish all the book learning smartness

And leave em all mark-less

We reap what you sow and salt the next harvest

Sacrifice the soldiers we refuse to march with

But we can’t articulate the faith from the mortars of the martyrs

Our orders are the targets

Our prophets are the profits of the markets

Our numbers are overwhelming…

But whose counting the mouths of the starving?

And the meth addict labs in the underground apartments?

We feed off the poor, and take em out like a marksman

Then depart, as if we don’t play any part in it