The capitalist regime
Total terror
The shiny war machine
Brand new technic

With the sound of sirens
You justify your couse
And with tourture
You stain your hands

A sacrifeced body
For a pile of paper
Or a canister
Full with fule

Just to be sure
I'm pumped with poison
Still some can tell
Right from self-destruction

The thick black blood
That runs throught you'r veins
Feeding the hunger
That keeps you alive

To build a structure
Of pure hate
Pull the curtain
Of what you know

A raised flag
To make us proud
With the rightus
Of murder