The interrogation now begins
Machinery falls into place
The writing's on the prison wall
The perfect crime that leaves no trace
While thieves in uniform
Turn tricks of grand illusion
A word is thrown against the silence
Sound splinters from a bamboo cage
This is the face of perfect violence
Spilling life on an empty page
The investigation now begins
Tongues are tied, their price is paid
Politicians bought and sold
Banking on fear's silent trade
While privateers in arms
Walk the flowering plantations
The execution now begins
Eyes are closed,
No witness seen
Lightly strum the puppet's strings
And you will hear the angels scream
While guns from east and west
Rain war on starving nations