You're just another anthem Guided by the 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 Your keen sense of interest in the revolution
will end With the stains of innocence on your
hands The flags that divide us grow stronger With
your plastic refinement Plaster your picture of
heads Lining your mantle Define your heresy with
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reek of their guns Your motives reek of their kind
When you've fooled the people With your selfish
intentions You can bask in the warmth Of your
thugs in action When it all comes down You decide
we're just looking for another leader To bring us
down Your anthem will die with you Like all those
before you Killing off the masses that you Claim
to liberate Back to square one As the swine take
on the faces Of their masters.