Murder, bullshit, allies, torture

We're the idiots on the run

Whatcha gonna do (you little shit you little shit now)

Can't escape this ground incursion

Can't escape… Aaaaaah!

We're the guilt in your temptation

We're the fault in your equation

We're the slaves your soul can't master

We define your inner fear

Fire in the hole you bastards!

We're the idiots on the run

Whatcha gonna do (you little shit you little shit now)

Can't escape this ground incursion

Can't escape… Aaaaaah!

We're the guilt in your temptation

We're the fault in your equation

We're the slaves your soul can't master

We define your inner fear