Blood-Red States - Witch Hunt

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