Come on, tell me now, if ever;
Why do we believe the screens?
Come on, tell me now, if ever;
What seperates us from our
reason?

Is it the thief or the liar,
Turning power on the wire?
Is it the sheer disbelief,
That could run
this deep?

It might be emptyness they felt
but our future came dispelled;
We need a reset revolution
from this
Religion of confusion?

My mind is a razor in this world of skin
where all that grows is the filth within
and I'll watch you bleed with a smile on my face
Ace; watch your lady kiss,
Guantanamo Baby

(My mind is a razor in this world of skin
where all that grows is the filth within
and I'll watch you bleed with a smile on my face
Ace; watch your lady kiss,
Guantanamo Baby)

My mind is a razor in this world of skin
where all that grows is the filth within
and I'll watch you bleed with a smile on my face
Ace; watch your lady kiss,
Guantanamo Baby

Guantanamo Baby