The explosions of bombs
And the screaming of men
Blood splashed pavement
Anarcho-sound machine
Obliterated ostriches
Lions loose in zoos
Mothers are panicking and
You should f*cking too
Your children are quarry
My vision of this day
Molotov cocktails
Hurled into their face
Unleash the beast
Turn the psycho on
Primary purpose
We give zero f*cks
The purpose is the final act
The hair raised on your neck
The purpose is the final thing
You do when you're attacked
Shed your wool
Spirit dead sheep
The purpose is a burning church
The purpose means you're free
Car bomb parade
Sexual and crazed
I wanna see some blood
And eyes a-crazed
Naked and in flames
Crawling up the walls
Every motherf*cker
Every coffin town
Terror shrieks only
Turn us on
Sprint for your life
The purpose is our call
AR-15s and lingerie
Take em out back
And shoot em in the head
Right now! Brigade
All love to the brigade