Warlord

Do you see my bloody hands?
Do you see my trigger happy frown?
Do you see my shaking hand?
Do you feel my breath, see my crown?

I sail on a river of warm red blood.
I make profit from the flood.
I sail my ship through dead bodies.
I make a dime on the phoneys.

You shit bricks when I calmly bite your neck.
You collapse on the floor in a pool of blood.
You feel the hair rising on the back of your neck.
You collapse on the ground swallowed by the flood.

I know one thing, peace sells,
I know as well as you, war is profittable business.
I know two things, lying sells.
I know as well as you, debt is profittable business.

I've got a plan.
I've got a clan.
You know who we are.
You don't see who we are.
I've got you fooling yourself.
I've got you blinding yourself.
You no longer know who we are.
You no longer see just what we are.

Business is booming, greed is good.
Business as usual, no greed is no good.