Worthless Is The Freedom Bought...

From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave How many did your democracy save? Clean slate, state oppression and yeah Once again, like a thousand times before, a thousand victims more Take aim at the have-nots as always Once again the freedom's being bought at the expense of truth From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave How many did your democracy save? Your beautiful world is dead, it will die a thousand times Your beautiful world is dead, I will watch it expire Your beautiful world is dead, it's time to kill this lie Your beautiful world is dead, it died a thousand times Blood red, pitch black, yeah Tired of being expendable in their community And while you swallow every image they present We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent