Lletres: Job For A Cowboy. Strings Of Hypocrisy.

As if this country was reborn, birthed and raised in monarchy
Cracked open from its adolescent and fully disfigured shell
A throne sits in the center of government buildings
With a ruler imposing his people to administer his demands
Elections overweighed from the unmindful and incompetent herds of the illiterate
An interbred nation suspended from strings of hypocrisy
Eventually to strengthen at the roots from the predominant union
Held from the palms of their fraudulent and expanding overlord
For the wrath of god has been placed in his power
He cast warfare on the kindred,
His military actions compose eradication and genocide on everything holy and sacred
A clock hides the identity of this leading politician
His speech distorts his terminological inexactitude
He remains remorseless toward his ongoing success in his fabricated image
Amonst this crumbling nation
Unaided possessing the entire world within his palms

(Thanks to Dan for these lyrics)