Your power is vice, our living is wise

Your power is vice, our living is wise
Stop fucking with skies, idiot pennywise
We tried to be nice: hear everyone, guys!
But as time flies, you have to choose sides

Now when it’s only blacks and whites
It’s within our rights to win all the fights
You wanted a prize? Well, here’s a surprise
We can't bring back lives,
we will—land and sights

Prepare for strikes, artillery bites
Ukrainian spice will put you on spikes
Withdraw from our heights and run to your wives
We’ll build on our own in a country of might