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
CommunityAnd while you swallow every image they present
We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent