You're the dead womb of liars A stronghold of thieves You've stolen from generations past, and you've stolen from me
Has God told you how to kill? To slaughter the weak? Is a gun or a triple-edged tongue the tool of the meek?
I'll burn down this keep I'll light a fire and walk away The waves shall ream your house of hate Your towers crumbling into the bay
Speak to my bloodline Speak to the slaves Preach about how much they've taken, and how much you gave
And your strength is in numbers Your thoughts unified And you revel in fame and in votes as you watch others die
You say "Lord, Lord, I've obeyed thee" Crying "Lord, Lord, come and save me"
Pray for the dead Our lives torn to shreds Pray for the dead Our lives torn to...
But your God doesn't have a heaven No cosmic domain Your greedy master rules the land, with statutes and chains
So go and die for your flag Worship your creed The reason you wake and breathe, the reason you breed
I'll burn down this keep I'll light a fire and walk away The waves shall ream your house of hate Your towers crumbling into the bayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
