Regime Machine by Sean Stillman

Added: 2026-05-21

[00:00:01]Elections of war, change the regime, votes or bombs to break the machine.

[00:00:07]A dominance of rule, one for them, one for you.

[00:00:11]A liar's den.

[00:00:13]The need for greed, the beast of power.

[00:00:16]Dirty deeds in the darkest hour.

[00:00:19]Do it for freedom, the headlines write, build their kingdom by power and fright.

[00:00:26]Pockets lined, agendas made, lands mined, bloated with graves.

[00:00:33]Empires' flags, waves of fear, body bags, taste the tears.

[00:00:40]This ruling paranoia, this compost of greed, a self-serving stench in our hour of need.

[00:00:47]The machine is broke, the water hole dirtied, the greed of a bloke, no whim averted. Long ago a man spoke, the shining sun, there was no smoke, there was no gun.

[00:01:02]Crowds followed, new headlines made, an alternative kingdom walked from a grave.

[00:01:09]Wake up, people, stand, rise up, write a new headline, drink a different cup.

[00:01:17]Mercy and grace quench your thirst, not power, nor race, no nation more first.

[00:01:25]Stare in my soul, change this regime, break this mold, change this machine. To call out others begins with me. That voice in the desert, that new decree.

[00:01:39]Want a new regime? A different kind of king?

[00:01:43]Got to break this machine.

[00:01:45]A new song to sing.