Western Addiction - Incendiary Minds lyrics

No!!! Each one is born but they're coming out dead My hands spell words as they fall from my head Like a confederate flag dad wreaks of his kin With blood on your brow you'll cry your eyes in Prison ghost starts to scream as they carry you out And attrition keeps you wishing that they'd tear your mouth out A sign on an inn is the shape when you die And poor St. Lucia took a knife in the eye And it hurt. It f**ing hurt! The great diseases of our time are a soundtrack to the system With incendiary minds and the knowledge to resist them We can body harvest hate and send a charge up the floor And eliminate the causes worth fighting for Our incendiary minds Our incendiary minds