The firing squads are over
Now here the meat wagon comes
Under a bright blue sky
And a burning sun
Whatever power has been sought
Again only d**h has won
Whichever tyrant lost his head
Promise me that you'll be careful
Do not fall in love
With your enemies
When you fight monsters
It's at the risk of becoming one yourself
Yes, I saw two revolutionaries
Wildest of the wild
One stood against the wall
While the other pulled the trigger
And as bullets ripped flesh apart
One dream died as the other forgot
So these are the k**ing fields
Where none are left alive
We sleep to the sound
Of sharpening knives
Where ma** graves are dug
for the piles so high.
Becoming, becoming
Fascist, fascist
Becoming, becoming
Enemy