Fists come out like a barroom brawl Scratched out eyes like a bathroom stall Stand outside where the corpses crawl We don’t know what we want but we want it all
Who created this monsters? Are they born, are they made? From the densest cities to the everglades Their eyes are like knives, words like grenades Some sharpen their pencils Others sharpen their blades
Can we see without light? Speak without sound? Or hear through the bushes? Walk without ground? It’s what people want What if people want more? We all owe somebody something
[2x] This is why we war
Future crimes and ancient faults A hidden agenda kept in unopened vaults Brought to our attention With these smelling salts We gave you a chance Now give us results It’s the gnashing of teeth, The blood on your breath The poisonous tongue ‘til there’s nothing left It’s the bark of a dog The hiss of a cat The scream of a vulture The smell of a rat