Black Sites-Misery Index

Black Sites - Misery Index Leviathan devours all... Nameless agents haunt the shadow world Stateless numbers plan clandestine deeds To the ranks of the long disappeared They become your whole reality, your silencer, your lonely God And across the Styx you'll ride, When torture angels come to take you home Simulated death endured, rope tears into wrists Swollen head in blackened hood, blinded blistered face Hang upright puking blood, routine torture test As minions of the State have their way with you Beaten, drugged, broken limbs Burned, drowned, dissidents The work of death, carried out, in all our names... again "Rendition is not a problem" (until its you) By what circumstances do we justify these means To codify barbarity in practiced policy? On pious, preached morality we're fed until we choke Our rhetoric, so righteous, rings a joke to the world Power thirsts, power spreads, like tentacles from God Secrets, inquests, illusions, and facades Talons lock, as vultures flock, spreading from DC Dropped on, Black Sites, erased from memory