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!
