We've been listening to their fairytales Like loyal dogs wagging their tails Consuming candid bullshit, excuses so lame Thinking it was precious manna from heaven
Look at those faces with traitorous eyes Promising prosperity, but wreaking demise Ruthless predators sitting on the thrones Made of gold and broken bones
Is there any possible way To find the truth in this Kingdom of pain Tell us, dear takers of millions of lives When you gonna get satisfied With your bank accounts' size?
Chorus: We'll survive in your fire You'll never see us fucking die