A vague expression and a silent motive  To take this shithole by the fucking throat  And then it's on our hands  And that's how a new world began  A passing phrase of quiet indignation  A molotov to start the conflagration  Till we've lost our voice we'll make a joyful noise  A penny for your treason  Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom  The world is feeling twice as cold today  And there's no more disguising it's decay  All this shit I gotta believe it was an accident  A random chance  Ignorance, intolerance abounding  How could this be a part of any greater plan  A new discussion of an age old question  An age old method towards a new direction  When the goings tough  We'll bite the hand that feeds  Break the fist that abuses  Be the voice of truth in a world so truthless  And juvenile, a stab in the back with a smile