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