Sons Of Malice - Savage

Look at us now

It’s a good damn tragedy

Justice for all

Another white wash travesty

Out of spite, out of sight

Self absorbed and callous

Seek 'em her, seek 'em there

We seek those sons of malice

Pulling the strings

But always with impunity

Rolling the dice

Without care of humanity

Towers of gold

Built high on your apathy

Mammon is god

And he thrives on the enmity

Tear 'em down