I've smelled the stench of your rotting ideals
I've seen the lepers that you spawn
I've heard the breaking of innocent bones
Among the ones you've trodden on
And asked to kiss the broken lips
Of the singers of the songs
Your poison cunt is swallowing up without a trace
All the jagged broken pieces
Of the homeless and the sick
That represent the human species
That are bound and gagged by red tape
Dispensed through fat men's creases
Now I ask you, no, I tell you
Hell, I f*cking demand you
Hear the screaming of the masses
Before we rise to kill you
Listen to us, don't talk at us
Or we'll be forced to take it in our own hands
We are so many
And we've got so little to lose
I am among the poor and ignorant ones
But you refuse to employ me
And should I perceive an unusual thought
Then you plot to destroy me
And you justify your internal terrorisms
By claiming that I was annoying
Every day I see the spent remains
Of people castrated in their prime
By bloody paper weapons
F*ck, you do it all the time
But should some poor bastard scream distaste
You'd execute us all for non-existent crimes
Now I ask you, no, I tell you
Hell, I f*cking demand you
Hear the screaming of the masses
Before we rise to kill you
Listen to us, don't talk at us
Or we'll be forced to take it in our own hands
We are so many
And we've got so little to lose