Don't talk to me about politics or religion... This is war...
Open your eyes Take a look outside Tell me What do you see? Barricades Destruction Gunmen On every street
Every day They dig another grave They got a body count Right up to the sky You can tell me There's no simple solution But what we got here now Sure as hell ain't right
Living on the edge of the empire Living on the edge of a broken dream... Hear the voices whisper Hear the voices scream
The people here Always live in fear Not knowing Which way to run So don't talk to me About diplomacy The only talk here Is with bullets And guns Living on the edge of the empire...