Keep your m? out of my kids skin Keep your chemicals out of my oxygen Keep your chemo out of my blood stream Keep your? and your war machine My street by the first and the strongest And that street a military conquest You can't take the prophets out of context You can't love mercy if you love conquest I'm not joking here Uh Something's broken here I just hope it's clear It's just smoke and mirrors They're just stokin' fears They're just racketeers It's a thin veneer They're just ticklin' ears Strong man said lets steal their ore and cheer them on Strong man said lets scorch the soil of the children Strong man why you celebrate the talk of war crimes? That don't belong man I'm not a fan of air bombs and land mines Demi gods - like demagogues - like warlords White collar frauds In New York suits or in camouflage Either way it looks the same Its a corruption - it's a con job Why are we so warlike Why are we so warlike Clear cut - landfill - oil spill - strip mine They're draining out the essence of my soil through a pipeline So more like a flood going toxic from the start It's oil and not blood flowing through your dark heart Where is the justice here? Uh They're just profiteers Special interest got their ears But we need our opiates And our titanium We displace the masses With cocaine and uranium Building industry on the backs of the exiles and the enslaved Just like back home in the good ol' days? Is this a blood diamond I can't tell Blood? are in my cell phone How did we accumulate so much wealth Well, the war criminal is myself Oh. Why are we so warlike Why are we so warlike The shrimp boats The Kun Kun The Carper The Coffee The gold? The cotton? Why am I brining it up Again and again I'm giving them the sugar cane It's still the same We're looking the other way today It feels like we've forgotten Without the demand There'd be no need for supply There's blood on your hands Man And there is a plank in your eye You don't look a thing like Jesus Christ to me You look like self-righteous apathy You look like entitlement and supremacy Ye who tread on the weak To defend the wealthy You talk so casually Of the less Battles, backs and schisms Can't you see the causalities Of your hyper nationalism Ahh