The Globalist (Reworking)

THE GLOBALIST
[A reworking of the original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci.]

Your money crosses borders,
Your fences stop the poor.
You toast to peace at dinner,
Then sell another war.

You wrap a flag round hunger,
Give the hungry someone to blame.
Two boys in different uniforms—
Both dying for your gain.

How many graves
Before you’ve had enough?

You sell the fear,
We pay in blood.
You count the money,
We bury those we love.

You buy the morning headlines,
Put a price on every word.
You make the truth sound dangerous,
Then make a lie feel good.

You teach us that our neighbours
Are the wolves outside the door.
When both our houses turn to ash,
You sell us bricks once more.

How many graves
Before you’ve had enough?

You sell the fear,
We pay in blood.
You count the money,
We bury those we love.

Look at the man you taught me to hate:
He’s got my father’s eyes.
You promised both of us a future,
Then sent us here to die.

You sell the fear,
We pay in blood.
You count the money,
We bury those we love.

You sell the fear,
We pay in blood.
You count the money,
We bury those we love.

Globalist…
Count it again.
Every number
Had a name.