Keep your microchips out of my kid's skin 
Keep your chemicals out of my oxygen 
Keep your GMO out of my blood stream
Keep your oil fields and your war machine
Must we be the first and the strongest?
Industrial military complex
You can't take the prophets out of context 
You can't love mercy if you love conquest

I'm not joking here
Something's broken here
I just hope it's clear 
It's just smoke in mirrors 
They're just stocking fears
They're just racketeers 
It's a thin vernier 
They're just tickling ears

Strong man said let's steal their oil and they cheered him on 
Strong man said let's scorch the soil of the children 
What's wrong man why you celebrate the talk of war crimes 
I don't belong man I'm not a fan of barrel bombs and land mines 
Demi gods like demagogues like war lords white collar frauds
In New York suits or in camouflage either way it's looks the same 
It's a corruption it's a con job

Why are we so warlike? 
Why are we so warlike? 

Clear cut land fill oil spill strip mine 
They're draining out the essence of my soul through a pipe line 
Turmoil like a flood growing toxic from the start
It's oil and not blood flowing through your dark heart 

Where's the justice here

They're just profiteers 
Special interest has got their ears 

But we need our 
Opioids and our titanium 
We've displaced the masses for cocaine and uranium
Building industry on the backs of the exiles and the enslaved 
Textiles just like tobacco in the good old days 

Is this a blood diamond? I can't tell 
I own blood minerals they're in my cell phone 
How did we accumulate such wealth 
What if the war criminal is myself 

Why are we so warlike? 
Why are we so warlike? 

Why are we so warlike? 
Why are we so warlike? 

The shrimp boats, the cocoa, the copper, the coffee, the coltan, the cotton 
Why am I bringing it up again and again 
The tin and the timber 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 the supply
There's blood on your hands man and there's 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 causally 
Of endless battles, factions and schisms 
Can't you see the casualties 
Of your hyper nationalism, uh!