This is my song for the hate of this world
So you wanna see us be the next in line as we march to the dead with our heads silently bowed
Let's fucking tear our lives apart, cut our veins so our blood will serve as the ink for you to redesign the borders
Policemen of the world please unite
Rewrite the maps with our very blood
Is there anything left for us to deny?
Or our remaining rights are only to die?
This is my song of bitterness and hope
Laws are silent in times of war, so we'd better shut the fuck up as well
This way at least we can be labeled as good people who serve the purpose of helping the western wind colonize lands untouched by it's dirty plastic shine
So you wanna see us be the next in line?
Well, my friend, I really hope that instead of us, you'll be standing in the line
In the line of fire