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