You're just another anthem guided by your bullet And you can take this all to hell with your fucking victims Down a toast of their blood with your wine While refining your ego's defense The glory of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot Will end with the stains of innocence on your hands Your keen sense of interest in the revolution Grow stronger with your plastic refinement Plaster your picture of heads lining your mantle And the flags that divide us Define your heresy with streets lined with their entrails Your murders reek of their guns Your motives reek of their kind You can bask in the warmth of your thugs in action When you've fooled the people with your selfish intentions When it all comes down you decide And your anthem will die with you We're just looking for another leader to bring us down That you claim to liberate Like all those before you Killing off the masses Back to square one As the swine take on the faces Of their mastersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
