Letras
Dead men tell no tales, but their graves still carry weight
There's a war coming, fought by those who spit on fate
Tired hungry masses, sick of empty dinner plates
There's a war coming, fought by those with a bitter taste
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No more "Fall in line"
No more "Know your place"
Growing to see a world that's ripe to take
Storm the Bastille, riot the draft
Easter rebellion, taken and never asked
When our eyes are blind, and our noses turned and our noses turn
The displaced rise up to take
What we never earned
Fearing revolution
Can you feel your death grip loosen?
Fearing revolution
Your TV's showing all the restlessness
Bitterness, catalysts
Vehemence, fearing revolution
They got their trigger fingers moving
Oppression's oppression, oppression common theme
The silent, the silent, the silent finally scream
Oppression's oppression, oppression, common theme
The silent, the silent, the silent finally scream
The threat of the threat of, the threat of
Oncoming war, war!
Oncoming war, war!
Oncoming war
Fought by those who spit on fate