I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws
man has set up his make-believe graveyard with tiny white crosses for millions of make-believe souls someday I'd like to see a cross set up for a real
Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean You say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the bottom to our heads and
Nine years into the future and we're still counting the dead and the dying Still totaling the countless hidden victims of heightened state terror still
Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection
be good two niggers gonna beat eachother raw the new season's just starting and we're sure you'll agree it's gonna be the best one yet no need for boredom
king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for me shepard me because I won't die for your sins
gestapo jock gestapo and apple pie ignorance locker rooms coaches and guards fists fly weirdos cower in these halls specimen machines evil and lean defenders tackles for
Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your head