Militia

You're coming undone

I swear to fucking God

In 2036 I'm running for president and my first order of business is

Crash land your ego trip

Pocket full of dead heads and a head full of shit

Fuck it

You have no control

Preaching hate speech

Like a dead beat

You all refuse to grow

We'll leave your body

On the concrete

You're a fucking disease

Scars in their arms from a dogs teeth

You're not helping anyone

This progress is coming undone

You're not helping anyone

This progress is coming

Undone

You're coming undone

You're coming undone

No spine

Always caught in a lie

I'll show you how it feels to fear for your life (fear for your life)

Heavy hands bare the torch

Innocent lives are reborn

Mass graves for entire generations

Bullet holes in the heads of our nation

Oh

You're coming undone