Lyrics:

A vague expression and a silent motive
To take this shithole by the fucking throat
And then it's on our hands
And that's how the new world began
A passing phase of quiet indignation
A molotov to start the conflagration
'Til we've lost our voice,
We'll make a joyful noise
And when a penny for your treason
Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom
The world is feeling twice as cold today
And there's no more disguising this decay
All this shit
I gotta believe it was an accident, a random chance
Ignorance, intolerance abounding
How could this be a part of any greater plan?
A new discussion of an age-old question
An age-old method of towards a new direction
When the going's tough
We'll bite the hand that feeds
Break the fist that abuses
Be the voice of truth in a world so truthless
And juvenile
A stab in the back with a smile
A penny for your treason
Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom
The world is feeling twice as cold today
And there's no more disguising this decay
All this shit
I gotta believe it was an accident, a random chance
Ignorance, intolerance abounding
How could this be a part of any greater plan?
The world is feeling twice as cold today
And there's no more disguising this decay
All this shit
I gotta believe it was an accident, a random chance
Ignorance, intolerance abounding
How could this be a part of any greater plan?