Each man can make their difference in life (if someone would even try) for

each of us lies rotting dead

Our ideas will never die

One man can start this fire

A second can feed the flames

All of the rest can foreward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself

alive



Our frustrations

give it to them

together as one...what we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy

in time

the pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we're fed

throughout our lives

what chance to fight together?

What chance to tear this world apart?



Power's drived in numbers

and numbers are what we have

yet you complain and choose to abstain

when we could be fighting back

vultures will encircle with propaganda streams

laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst.



This is why we're living- for spirits

life

and blood

and as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite

humanity's weapon

each life's a sharpened blade

but we're hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses

to death



To climb up off your knees

and fight for something real...out into the streets of ruined cities they

will come

the bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win

with colors running black and red on hope for future days

a call forever heard...vae victis!