Lyrics:

Our apparent saviors have placed arms and ammunition directly
Into the hands of demons of the South
They've molded a gunrunning scandal
So inflammatory, it makes one nauseous at the mouth
Their personal formulation
To smother a weakening Second Amendment
Immense fraud
Fair millions of malignant imaginations
To sit, watch, cheer and applaud
Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control
Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control

A failed concocted plan for the veiled executioner's throne of blood
Opening the ignorant gates
Let loose of this fearmongering flood

Our tombstones are stepping stones in this struggle for control
A failed concocted plan
For the veiled executioner's throne of blood
Opening the ignorant gates
Let loose of this fearmongering flood

Our apparent saviors have placed arms and ammunition directly
Into the hands, hands of demon's of the South
They've molded a scandal so inflammatory makes
One nauseous at the mouth, our tombstone are-

Stepping stones in this struggle for control

Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control
Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control