we dont feel like playing anymore who put you in your place? who said you were the only one to score? your strong arm tactics, they have lost there impact and your supremacy, its no longer intact
so what exactly enables you to kick our asses ridiculous sanctions cannot soothe the masses today weve torn the curtain down to take a look inside youve tied yourself to dynamite
we are habituated and content ? you are the only one to make demands the progeny of your policy is not tranquility but the will to break free
give a bullet, drink some blood take a bullet, spill some blood cut the throat, feel the hate break the rules, feel the blade another brick, another head another hit, another dead romanticize the situation turn a pile of shit into a sensation
theres a million pieces of the truth today but they dont fit together in your fool play and from now we have got the rock to your scissors we have got the scissors to your paper the scissors to your paper