No sign of change in this world I hate
Cause when I look around I see a ghost town. I am sick of it
Out the back door into the street lights embrace the vice
Roaming around under black hoods, never sleep at night
Either you lick your wounds or take back what’s yours
Do you let everything you love just fade away?
Just look around, this is a ghost town where propaganda rules
So I doubt and test every word I receive, I avoid TV, I avoid to give in to mediocrity
You should count your blessings and watch your back for we are out there and we won’t forget
You should count your blessings and watch your back for we are out there and we won’t forget
The voices you kill and the prisons you build
Reclaim what’s ours - or burn it all down
Burn it to the ground