From the recording War of Submission
Lyrics
Let them take arms
The remedy is to set them right as to facts
Pardon and pacify them
What signify a few lives lost in a century or two?
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time
With the blood of the patriots
And tyrants
This is a culling of puppet masters
Diseased pizza eating freaks
Self righteous sacrilegious shitheads
Always preying on the weak
Their madness it spreads from the east to the west
A nation unsure what is gonna happen next
Flags of division
They unfurl high
Symbol of discord
Where the truth must die
Grab your axe
Grab your musket
You've been chosen to serve
To be spilled, the blood of the patriots
Guised by veneers
and the serpents smile
The savages annihilate the dream
But the minute we rise they label us vile
After all it's rules for thee but not for me
Feeding fear through every screen
Just enough to keep us lean
This is what they call "The American Dream"
No more silence no more fear
No more lies whispered in their ears
Raise up your fist
To cull the withered branches
Streets flooded with young aspirants
Christen the tree with the blood of the tyrants
The great society is not a safe harbor
A resting place, a final objective, or a finished work
It is a challenge constantly renewed
Beckoning us towards a destiny
Where the meaning of our lives
Matches the marvelous products of our labor
Shake hands above our lowered heads
Blood stained palms and loaded pens
Two-faced lies they wont confess
No more kings in modern dress
Break the silence
Shake the walls
They built towers
Watch them fall
From the ashes we will rise
With a fire in our eyes
Slaughter
The oppressors
Murder
The demagogues
Smear their blood through halls of white
Make examples of their plight
Bend their knees through all our spite
All submit to those they slight
No more fools with soulless lies
No more tools who run you dry
We the people that were prey
Will bring vengeance make them pay
Give me liberty
Or give me death
Take up your arms
To reap what was sown
Take the jesters to be dethroned
Oh say! Do those heads still dangle?
O'er the
Land of the Greed
Home of the Slaves
Flags of division
They unfurl high
Symbol of discord
Where the truth must die
Grab your axe
Grab your muskets
You've been chosen to serve
To be spilled, the blood of the patriots
Slay the despots
Off with their heads
Here we gain freedom
With the blood of the tyrants