Liberteer - It Is The Secret Curse Of Power That It Corrupts

Power serves itself
Power, and no one else
Desire to command is a bestial urge
So those in power must be purged

Power serves itself
Power, and no one else
Noble intentions that twist perverse
Fatal poison is power's curse

The secret curse

Privilege kills the minds and hearts of all
A handful crowned and the rest made to crawl
Power once delegated will turn on us
Its nature is not to serve but to oppress
Leaders misuse their power is what you think
No, my friend, they simply use is the thing
Power is inherently wrong
It splits the people into weak and strong

Who protects us from ourselves?

Power serves itself
Power and no one else Power serves itself
Power and no one else

Marching up a cliff
Charmed by a gleaming crown
Joining hands we leap
We all fall down

Dehumanized become the poor
Troughed cattle to be slaughtered
Poisoned by the lure to lord
We eat our sons and daughters

Power blooms its venomed flower
Whose sickly fumes impel
Our rulers to twist democracies
Into hegemonic hells

Ours is the sickness of the deer which is shot
Because it is the activity of the hunters to shoot him

Electing those who we know will turn
Betrayal which we never learn
Knowing they protect their own interests
With bayonets and clenched fists