Out of the shimmering bitterness An escalation of violence Born from discontent Relentless ardor And a broken faith Fueling a specter of decay As a call for change
Under leaders unsound We stand in tatters and tears Staring up to the skies With all our hopes and fears
With severed hope And social decay Awaiting transition On this crippled dogs day In fate we trust
Bring it for me We need to instigate We need to aggravate
Though divided May we be free men still Let those bastards burn And be damned if they will
