You're just another anthem guided by your bullet

And you can take this all to hell with your fucking victims



Down a toast of their blood with your wine

While refining your ego's defense

The glory of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot

Your keen sense of interest in the revolution

Will end with the stains of innocence on your hands



And the flags that divide us

Grow stronger with your plastic refinement

Plaster your picture of heads lining your mantle

Define your heresy with streets lined with their entrails



Your murders reek of their guns

Your motives reek of their kind



When you've fooled the people with your selfish intentions

You can bask in the warmth of your thugs in action



When it all comes down you decide

We're just looking for another leader to bring us down



And your anthem will die with you

Like all those before you

Killing off the masses

That you claim to liberate



Back to square one

As the swine take on the faces

Of their masters