When the world is bled until there's nothing left The meek will inherit the stench of death As progress stubles diplomacy crumbles They'll still rejoice in their choice of four More years of state neglect These open wounds will not heal as Your children die at home and abroad It's a perpetual cycle It's a downward spiral in the name of religion From New Orleans to Baghdad their agenda Is clear; no one gets in the way They'll manipulate your choice and wane your Life on false hopes so you'll never go astray. One by one the states turn blood-red Held hostage at the whim of a madman Destiny-driven, the future is blood-red State of denial, render unto madmen The ballots punched The crosses borne The flag held high The war goes on And people have died for this choice of Four more years It goes on and on People have died for this choice.