The ants in their holes blindly they follow
The whims of their queen of gold
The world she has swallowed
I will not conform to a world that is torn
From the beginning to the end
That pulls on the strings
Of the marionette kings
And those who do pretend
Whose demons have fed
On the hate that they've spread
In one nations name tolerance dies
As they goose step on by
And point the finger of blame
The Zombies start to sing
Like Sheep in Wolves clothing
Why can't we learn
From our past mistakes
As we release the tide once more
When will we learn
Our worlds about to break
As we check the time once more

Mankind is teething
But our mother is bleeding
And were picking at the scabs
There will come a day
We�ll be forced to pay
But we can�t afford the tab
Up in the sky
The sun's in our eyes
Were spinning out of control
It's the end of the bash
Its time to crash
Into a six foot hole

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