You slag-sucking, backstabbing
Son of a bitch
You greedy little son of a whore
Yeah, none of you really
Deserve all this
Yeah, even you deserve more

With soiled crops
We prepare the harvest
A poison fit for kings
A fitting end
To the vermin we are
And all the pain we bring

People kill each other every day
And for what?
For politics
For religion
And they're heroes?
No
No, there's a lot of shit I can't do anymore
But killing's not one of them

Your God
Your spirit
Your love
Your cage
Your fear
Your hatred
Your strength
Your rage
None of it means anything
When you turn away
And deny tomorrow
They are strong
But you are stronger
Stand up tall
And fight the trauma

Your heart pushed to the brink
Hope lost amongst the bleed
Buried like your better days
Past lives, nothing to follow
Dark days to come, living in vein
Jumping at shadows
When the devil knows your name
There's nothing left
Nothing to follow

Seditious unrest
Malicious intent
Don't believe a word they say
They're lying to you
They're lying to you
They're lying to you
Compress what they divide

Your God
Your spirit
Your love
Your cage
Your fear
Your hatred
Your strength
Your rage
None of it means anything
When you turn away
And deny tomorrow
They are strong
But you are stronger
Stand up tall
And fight the trauma

People kill each other every day
And for what?
For politics
For religion
And they're heroes?
No
No, there's a lot of shit I can't do anymore
But killing's not one of them