Stare into heaven until you see spots
Can you feel it, o baron, getting hot?
You steal and steal while having plenty
Leaving others decayed and empty
Have you no shame, thief of bread?
Do you not care for the fate of your head?
Are you so complacent,
Fascist adjacent?
The world you live in is dying
The birds and fish are frying
Yet you utter your platitudes
Refusing to change your attitude
Maybe the blade will change your mind
Maybe the torch in your behind
Maybe that can save the earth
Before we return to the dirt