The sky burn
red flag turn
government chosen by a lost democratic system
dictated by capitalism
we pay for our own losing play
the red sky
I predict someone is gone die
I feel my right eye burn
Ill make this their last turn!
this shit has got to stop
put the star back on top!
this great thoughts
rebellion dreams
yes it just seems
it just seems
I’m sure
we are not gone stop
they want to make us dig our own graves
but now they are making their last prays
Yes, this will be the end of dictating days
how could they justify
the way ill die
ten guns on my head
am I so hard to get?
trade the blood weapons and taboos
for food homes and shoes
while they filled up where-houses faster then jails
we’re now hearing dumb war tails
The great victory’s we won
what about the men that died and are gone
it seems like now they are just no one…
well just shoot a bullet in my head
and make me dead!