The way I see it, the choice is clear. Why would we run when we can hide?
The day of reckoning is drawing near. Gather the virgin suicides
Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly
Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew
Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done
The mark of the beast. The fate of a nation. A painful release. There is no justification
So there we have it, our minds are made. Better to play dead than to fight
And after all, we are afraid of sabers rattling in the night
Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie, foolishly
Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew
Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have...
Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done
If this place doesn't make you sick
It's because you've suppressed your reflex to tell right from purely... evil deeds