The gloves are off, it's time to kill 
Despite the body count ensued 
Bodies and flowers pile up in ash and money 
While your freedom is raped by gunfire 
Send in the masses, send in the coroner 
Flesh and bone returned to earth again 
You own war, your own war 
Sing us a song, a song of independence something that used to exist 
Sing it loud for all the kids 
As bullets fly, bullets fly through their chests 
Taste the death on your tongue 
Death's the scent you wear it well 
The blindfolded murderers 
I refuse to live in silence 
I refuse to die in silence 
Burning bridges 
Burning Bodies 
Massacre of massacres