We’ve sent our own on a mission   We vote our sons to die   Well I can never fucking fathom anybody's savior sending them to murder a nation   Start a rebellion if you please   Well I please, as I bring out your dead      This air has aged with such stagnance   As we uphold and behold, those whom have belayed these molds   The molds in which we're forced to fit   The molds our people have been slaved with    The molds our children will be plagued with   In a world knee deep in bodies this air represents inevitability      Rebel, Rebel, Yell, Rebel, Hands up   Self govern or hop aboard with the impostors, I feel this notion hath wait   But I feel this notion has taken its toll on us   Rebel, Rebel, Yell, Rebel, Hands up      Divorce all prior existence   Acknowledge the thought that there might be something more   The more before the board had been built   The pieces no mold, inevitable destruction with no instruction   Lets give unto the man, as he has given unto us      BRING THE METAL!   Who brings the metal?   THE DEAD BRING THE METAL!      Thou shalt not be bent over   Thou shalt not further this crusade   We’ll sail our ships into your mother fucking icebergs      Rebel, Rebel, Yell, Rebel, Hands up   Self govern or hop aboard with the impostors   I feel this notion hath wait   But I fear this notion has taken its hold on us   Rebel, Rebel, Yell, Rebel, Hands up      Thou shalt not follow in their way    Thou shalt not further this crusade   Head stones a row, fall in line   As I bring out your dead   Thou shalt not further this crusade   We’ll sail our ships into your mother fucking icebergs