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
