Lockdown. We're falling out of decaying ranks and pranks against my flesh.
Death has finished ripping and hell has broken loose. Decay is on every
corner because war is on the tube. A generation of dropouts are empty handed
and discontent. We are the bastard sons of the revolution. What you see is what
you get. Death has finished ripping and hell has broken loose. Decay is
on every corner cause war is on the tube. It's so ironic, the weak will
follow the blind and rats will race while the master's away. Rise to
your feet. Come line your streets for the path of the pale horse leads
ot astray. I wrote a song I hoped the world would hate as much as I
hate myself today, but I'm still screaming at the top of my lungs so
you can hear me. Kill the snakes.