Žodžiai dainai: Langhorne Slim. Ammunition.

Ammunition is for the weak
Those who speak what their masters spoke
And all of your pride you can surely keep
Full of pride though completely broke

Sweet believer, the unholy gospel
All your folks won't teach you nothin' more than fancy words
Sweet believer, what is it that you fear?
Is it a monster or your opinion's possibly quite absurd

You can't have what you never felt
Cause all you've seen is through your stupid eyes
Remove your ugly and restrictive belt
Count your blessings, I'll count the tears you've cried

Sweet believer, what have you sacrificed?
Don't you need to bleed before you can develop thought?
Sweet believer, its more than simply life
Its all I have and all that you have seen ?

Now I know that you are wrong
Now I know that you are wrong, so wrong so
Now I know that you are wrong
Now I know that you are wrong, so wrong, so wrong