Blood stained faces bodies torn apart. Tear stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge. Bearded men gun - toting men chanting praises to their
Religion is killing all over the place everyone is striving to be the master race you fight for your freedom and you kill for peace but your whole damn
PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD! and its been killed by spiky haired kids that are being filled with the idea that the world is beautiful and free but they've been
Without diversity, in our society where the hell would we stand? we whine and complain, about things we will never explain instead of dealing with the
Why don't we see? we're enslaving ourselves while drowning in our luxury. Is it just me? Or do we take advantage or our privilaged society? why? it isn
Now's the time to take all your rage and your frustration and focus it in a positive way. It's time to fight but only for the democracy that has been
6 billion minds, controlled by one 10,000 more, stare down the barrel of a gun annihilation by a system of our own design your definition of freedom,
from Egypt, up to Julius Cezar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanstan Yo, there's Protestants
kings from Egypt up to Julius Caesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo there's Protestants
Julius Cesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants
and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held my breath and thought of all the others
store your rust, Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust. Under the sands of the mighty Sahara, Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world. Our hero
't done it but they made him sign a confession to mass murder Six men kept in isolation no contact with each other And it weren't until Monday morning
, she's a-dyin' and don't know it Now the many years she's been to sea She's seen the better times She gives a groan of protest As they cast away her
OWN COUNTRY, AND IT'S CATHOLIC AND REPUBLICAN AND FREE OTHER GIRL IT'S A PROTESTANT LAND MADE BY GOD'S PERFECT HAND, AND A PROTESTANT COUNTRY IT WILL
