Revolt [Blunt Force Trauma 4]

Damn them,
Damn the sons of apocalypse.

The world as you know it, is drowning in it's own blood
A mockery of the imagery that we come to know and love
Choking it's inhabitants in worldwide conflict
Corruption day and night working like an addict.

They tell you it's the best fucking meal you'll ever eat
While you stuff your face the poisons of your meat
Injecting you with chemicals and impossibilities
Culling the DNA of their own fucking societies

Damn them!
Damn the fucking sons of apocalypse
Burying their claws into the guts of earth
Conspiring to extinguish
Erasing our birth.

Bombing all our cities just to fuel a fucking vote
They'll put you out to sea and sink the fucking boat
Demand you pay them money just to keep the bitch afloat.
Open your fucking eyes, there's more to what I wrote.

Blind you with propaganda riddled shit
While famine wraps it's hands around Siberian kids.
Money hungry at the cost of global bloodshed
Prepare the graves for we'll soon be dead.

Damn. you.

I'll go having to raise my kids,
In a world that's ruthless as fuck!
Teaching them right and wrong
When we're running out of luck.

I don't want to grow to watch my children die
I'll take the fight to your fucking kids, and wives
You think you can act without consequences

I'll say it right to your fucking bitch face
Underneath the gun, I'll give you something to erase.
Damn. you....

I am no longer, caring about respect.
Look into my eyes, you can guess what happens next
Burying the lives of the fucking Cabinet
Politician blood splashes on our fucking chest.
Bring them down.