Anti-flag - Ink and the Quill (Be Afraid) lyrics

The water turned black and it's just getting darker So be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare The Neo-Christian Theocrats pray on a Sunday afternoon Then welcome in Pinochet's men to intimidate to k** All that we know, all we know Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to k** We are the hidden fist of the free market We are the ink, we are the quill What have you learned through the years? What have you learned from your fears? Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare Water tastes like arsenic, feel it pumping coursing in your blood Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe Room spinning, kiss your a** goodbye Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies, a bill of lies Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid There's a storm cloud gathering overhead ominous, black, reigning hell When it drops jackboot down on your streets You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth Built on a corporate welfare scam, rums field doctrine stealing wealth Profits so saccharine sweet, the wall street bankers weep As the storm gains strength the aging levees break The ancient ground does quake And your lungs fill with your spineless apathy