Dying Fetus The Blood Of Power
Die, don't revive, won't succumb
Conduit of anger, tools of the trade
Essential supply of patrol compulsory
Instruments of wrath, in need of the lifeblood
Never ending skirmish for resource control
When entry contested, instigate combat
Financial enticement right to access
No alternative 'til it's gone
Proxy battlefield, resupplied
With the means to strike down abruptly
All attrition comes from above
Inflexile directives bound to
With the foothold, still in the game
Posturing rivals, one in the same
Necessary actions breed hostility
Postponement of eventual crusade
Indigenous inhabitants
Striving to create their tranquility
Forcing the masses to devote submission
Time is running short for that vision
Accelerated endeavor
Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel
When there's nothing left but sand
The priviledged squandering wealth
Wasted on obsolete armaments
Window of proseperity
Closing as the years go by
Wanting to save face
Of ancient grievances
Refusing to move forward
Utilizing nothing
Depletion of reservoirs ratcheting up methodology
Claiming intent of purpose to aid and support
The blood of power
The blood of power
When exhaustion limit nears proxy war meets conclusion
Full fledged world campaign, every nation's declaration
Supremacy through allies, choosing sides, which one
lies?
Claims to those assets for warranted capital, seize
Everything on the table of possibilities
No surrender without prize vital dependency
The new reserves, the ocean floor front line
The future uncertain, submerged technology
Progressing forth, into the unknown
