If we're the flagship of peace and prosperity,
we're taking on water and about to fucking sink. 
No one seems to notice, no one even blinks. 
The crew all left the passengers 
to die under the sea.

Countdown 
to the very end. 
Equality; 
an invitation that we won't extend. 
Ready, aim. 
Pull the trigger now. 
In time you 
firmly secure your place in hell,

State of the Union address 
reads "War Torn Country, Still a Mess"
The words: power, death and distorted truth 
are read between the lines of the red, white and blue. 

Countdown, 
to the very end. 
Equality; 
an invitation that we won't extend. 
Ready, aim. 
Pull the trigger now. 
In time you 
firmly secure your place in hell.
Your place in hell,
your place in hell,

"Guilty" is what our graves will read, 
no year, no family.
We did nothing to stop the murder of 
a people just like us!