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 phrase of quiet indignation

A molotov to start the conflagration

'Til we've lost our voice we'll make a joyful noise

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 it's 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.