Dying Land

Elections predicted using dollar signs--
In a nation addicted to the sound of lies.
We turned off our brains. We made our own demise
And I'm not gonna listen when the First Word cries:

Enough is enough, but we still want more.
We have what we need, but we're still too poor.
You took what you wanted- All your eyes could see,
And all that you left us is, "At Least We're Free."

You can cry all you want in the Dying Land,
But if you think that your voice can carry your demand,
If you think that the ballot's where you'll make your stand,
Then you've come to the battle wielding empty hands, shouting:

Enough is enough, but I'll give you more.
We don't have what we need, but we're not that poor.
You took all you wanted- All your eyes could see,
And all that you left us is, "At Least You're Free."

Here we are at the end, after you've squandered a nation;
Cashed in our dreams, fleeced all too honest to 'make it'
And everything's gone now, including your station
And as the chaos consumes, you'll hear me cry in elation:

Enough is Enough! You don't own us! No More!
If we have what we need, then we can't be poor.
You took what you wanted- All your eyes could see,
And now that you're gone, I am finally free.