Tekster:
Born Against Nine Patriotic Hymns For Children

I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line I want to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten laws

Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean You say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the bottom to our heads and

Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection

king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for me shepard me because I won't die for your sins

Are you a good team player remember the boss is your best friend kill your head