There is torment Behind every smiling face Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race Pennies in fountains Beneath holy mountains Still water in basins of sick floating faces
Ignorance is not bliss It's just the burden we drag The march of the blind Get in line Under the shadow of a flag Once a symbol of hope Now a tool for tyrants Bound by the ropes Once reserved for the violent
Dreamless nights spent staring at ceilings Complacent in defeat Numb to the feeling Stringing memories together As if they had meaning There is nothing here worth keeping
There is torment Behind every smiling face Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
Look at the world through the eyes of a man Who won't stand for the shit he's been given Who isn't intimidated by religion Or the fucking television And its distorted vision Or a life that defines the need for violence
Show them violence Drag them through the streets Act in violence Show them violence Drag them through the streets
Ignorance is not bliss It's just the burden we drag The march of the blind Get in line Under the shadow of a flag Once a symbol of hope Now a tool for tyrants Bound by the ropes Once reserved for the violent Dreamless nights spent staring at ceilings Complacent in defeat Numb to the feeling Stringing memories together As if they had meaning There is nothing here worth keeping
We walk on Steady towards the sun Unhappy with our lives And all that we have done So I will see you On the other side of the night Waiting for silence To bring an end to this life