Why is everyone so scared of violence
Yet crave death and its silence
Living in constant pain and compliance
Never going on the offense

Someday we will die I'm sure
They will never find the cure
All we invent is the means of more
We live atop our means of war

Life gone by ones own hand
Gone into the timeless sands
In this the strangest land
No thoughts of a stand

No peace and no war
From shore to shore
We devour the poor
Like cattle to the abattoir

No different is **** and man
Until one takes a stand
Stop the nooses strand
And strike at the hand

So you would die for nothing so why not die for something
A fight is coming the blood and oil keep on pumping
I wanna see it pouring from the necks of those Oilarch kings
Death to them death to you death to me death to everything