From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave. How many did your 

democracy save? 

Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a thousand times 

before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as always. And 

once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth. 

Your beautiful world is dead. 

- It will die a thousand times. 

- I will watch it expire. 

- It's time to kill this lie. 

- It died a thousand times. 

Blooded, pitch-black and yeah, we're tired of being expendable in their 

community.And while you swallow every image they present. 

We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent.