Unalive Nations

We are unalive nations
With sold-out souls, 
We "protect" "reputations"
Of pop star gods,
Big cash sensations
And maintain hypocrisy to the world
As "salvation".

Speak warnings from Jah
Against teachings from our gods,
We can't have it.
We'll censor and delete
Your un-saleable talk 
But post bullspit.

Where ho-hum and dumb
Is the standard of the day
We'll do our best to control
Any truth you want to say
Keep music lovers dying 
But hey, it pays
Keep masses in the darkness
Til Armageddon Day

So raise the golden calves on high [sarcasm]
We're part of the machine
Got your money, got your minds
Don't care if its obscene.