While we smoke missiles and fossil fuels

Count down world wars, we won't get to three

Number zero, the class one, will sure suffice

To end our kind with extreme prejudice

We’re just a little bit angry

We're just a little bit sad

We're just a little bit behind you

Balaclava-clad

Crowbar in hand

Devoid of demands

"There’s wrong and there's right...

Evil says one life is worth less than another

Evil says the flow of commerce is our purpose here

Evil says concentration camps for folks deemed lesser are necessary

The handmaid of evil says the concentration camps should be more humane...

It's time to take action against the forces of evil."

(W. Van Spronsen's final statement)

But I guess enough's enough

Romanticising violence, bluff

To the eyes of omniscience, piss off;

Why sound the alarm?

What I do in my head's my own problem

What you do to the world is shameful harm

"Fascism serves the needs of the state

Serves the needs of business, and at your expense

Who benefits...? Rich guys." (Ibid)

Each bone cracked, strained tendon

Will swing back, full volume

Wish I could be there

And play the background tune

But I'll be long gone

Before you go down, I know

Just remember your turn

Is coming, head and halo

As we dive bootstraps first

For the ground below

For the ground below!