From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave. How many did your democracy save? Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a thousand times before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as always. And once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth. Your beautiful world is dead. It will die a thousand times. I will watch it expire. It's time to kill this lie. It died a thousand times.Blooded, pitch-black and yeah, we're tired of being expendable in their community. And while you swallow every image they present. We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent. Our beautiful democracy. Our freedom bought at the expense of truth.