Paroles: Darkest Hour. Oklahoma.

Within a mechanical pose
And a heart pumping a need for control
Forced to fit inside a mold
Living to dehumanize is gonna take it's toll

Take it in and let it saturate
Under the skin until you can't even
Remember when you first felt the sinking
Feeling that something's missing you

Traded for a gun
Did we inflate your sense of pride?
And did it feed your lust for power
When you threw us to the ground

You took what's ours and sold it back
Another day another dollar for this town
Your uniform made a perfect burial suit