If it lives and it breathes, then it bleeds

Now we're pulling at the strings and they're all coming apart at the seams

Looked the gift horse dead in the eye, and with a drunken smile, punched out all of his teeth

You, you better ride this one into the ground with me

You, you better ride this one into the ground

And now we wear the stirrups, sipping media syrup

Fucked to pieces by a system sick and bloated from the serum

Got your heads in the sand, another blanket ban

You better muzzle up, that shit has hit the fan

Oh, please

Come clean

"Oh please," they all screamed

While the bellows sat back and laughed like the powers that be

Come clean, you better ride this one into the ground with me

Oh-ooh-oh-oh, it's getting harder just to save yourself, I know

Sowing season, and I couldn't say I've grown

Slightly happier, but more or less alone

Kings of nothing, with our crowns left for the crows

You better ride this one into the ground with me

You, you better ride this one into the ground

We're going from words to violence over lies on papyrus

A utopian tyrant, whose guns are loaded with science

Can't you see how our history repeats to stay evergreen?

What the fuck we gonna do when we kill all our enemies, man?

Brimstone from the sky to the consecrated sand

Oh-ooh-oh-oh, it's getting harder just to save yourself, I know

Sowing season, and I couldn't say I've grown

Slightly happier, but more or less alone

Kings of nothing, with our crowns left for the crows

I am the blood on the hands of the motherland

I am the oil, I am the gold

Torch the fields of the peasants

And leave that shit for the crows

Motherfucker, let's go

Torch the fields of the peasants

And leave that shit for the crows

Motherfucker, let's go

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah

Desperate, dead savant

Sinai's last gasp of a matriarch

Desperate, dead savant

Sinai's last gasp