No sign of change in this world I hate

Cause when I look around I see a ghost town. I am sick of it

Out the back door into the street lights embrace the vice

Roaming around under black hoods, never sleep at night

Either you lick your wounds or take back what’s yours

Do you let everything you love just fade away?

Just look around, this is a ghost town where propaganda rules

So I doubt and test every word I receive, I avoid TV, I avoid to give in to mediocrity

You should count your blessings and watch your back for we are out there and we won’t forget

You should count your blessings and watch your back for we are out therе and we won’t forget

The voicеs you kill and the prisons you build

Reclaim what’s ours - or burn it all down

Burn it to the ground