Daisy Cutter

They say there's nothing like a little bit of conflict
To push the trade
They say there's nothing like a little bit of unrest
To close the sale
Hey say there's nothing like a little bit of bloodshed
To cure a drought
They say there's no harm in sleeping on hollow ground

They say there's nothing like a little bit of interest
To slow decay
They say there's nothing like a little bit of fire
To clear the way
They say there's nothing like a little bit of war
To end the doubt
They say there's no harm in sleeping on hollow ground

Daisy cutter, this is war
Heaven shudders, the cries ignored
Daisy cutter, this is war
A cold black thunder, a trojan horse

My wrath upon you shoulders
My noose around your neck
I'll pack your heart with snakes
And I'll take back what's left
Bow down now to your master
Or we'll throw you to the crows
I'll build a case of sudden death
And drop it on you whole

An exodus from empathy
A little death in you and me
All to the sound of our dirty money
A vision cast of dreadful things
Blind death, without wings
Manufactured homicide
A fractured sky