The scourge of the fathers
A generation of the holy war without a meaning
Plight of the people
The segregation of the innocent
Suffering without good reason
We drag our own dead weight from the floor, from the stone
The definition of strength
And although our bones are broken
And although our flesh; torn open
We remain to silence the treacherous, the murderous, the parasites
You still breed the violence
You bury more than you save, mourn the living
We must rise to face this
Rise and face the tyrant
You bury more than you save, mourn the living
You march upon the poor for riches
Infect the innocent like a sickness
An empire of dirt and deception
We are, we are way past breaking
You march upon the poor for riches
Infect the innocent like a sickness
An empire of dirt and deception
We are, we are way past breaking point
Purge of the children
A generation of the holy war without a meaning
Plight of the fallen
The desperation of the innocent
Suffering without good reason
We remain to silence the treacherous, the murderous, the parasites
You still breed the violence
You bury more than you save, mourn the living
You march upon the poor for riches
Infect the innocent like a sickness
An empire of dirt and deception
We are, we are way past breaking point