Lay there an decay, f**ing rot away As our country dies in vain. If you want to be heard, Hit them where it hurts, Take them from there homes And Execute them with discrete, Justice will be served. The only way to get your Point across You have to put a gun against some ones head. Promising us a future Of dead dreams And misleading truths, Lay there an decay. Lay there an decay, f**ing rot away As our country dies in vain If you want to be heard Hit them where it hurts, Take them from there homes And Execute them with discrete. We are the threat, We are the ones you fear most, For we are many, we seek the truth A end to tyranny. We are the domestic terrorist, In the eyes of the beholder. You will f**ing fear us. Do you think your f**ing free? Just Because you eat and breath Doesn't mean your free. Molotov's and rifle shots, Cars in flames and ma** graves. This is a Wake up call for those who are enslaved. Justice will be served.