Show them violence There is torment Behind every smiling face Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race Pennies in fountains Beneath the holy mountains Still water in the basins of sick floating faces Ignorance is not bliss It's just the burden we drag The march of the blind Get in line Under the shadow of a flag Once a symbol of hope Now a tool for tyrants Bound by the ropes Once reserved for the violent Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings Complacent in defeat Numb to the feeling Stringing memories together As if they had meaning There is nothing here worth keeping There is torment Behind every smiling face Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race Look at the world through the eyes of a man Who won't stand for the sh** he's been given Who is intimidated by religion Or the f**ing television And it's distorted vision Or a life that defines the need for violence Show them the violence Drag them through the streets Act in violence Show them the violence Drag them through the streets Ignorance is not bliss It's just the burden we drag The march of the blind Get in line Under the shadow of a flag Once a symbol of hope Now a tool for tyrants Bound by the ropes Once reserved for the violent Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings Complacent in defeat Numb to the feeling Stringing memories together As if they had meaning There is nothing here worth keeping We walk on Steady towards the sun Unhappy with our lives And all that we have done So I will see you On the other side of the night Waiting for silence To bring an end to this life