No sign of change in this world I hate

Cause when I look around I see a ghost town. I am sick of it

Out the back door

Into the street lights embrace the vice

Roaming around under black hoods

Never sleep at night

Either you lick your wounds

Or take back what's yours

Do you let everything

You love just fade away?

Just look around

This is a ghost town

Where propaganda rules

So I doubt and test

Every word I receive

I avoid TV, I avoid to give in

To mediocrity

You should count your blessings

And watch your back

For we are out there and we won't forget

You should count your blessings

And watch your back

For we are out there and we won't forget

The voices you kill

And the prisons you build

Reclaim what's ours

Or burn it all down

Burn it to the ground