The Price We Pay

[Verse 1] I grow up in a time that ticks like a bomb count Down to the moment that we're gone mind gone Numb from the shit that we've done So throw a thank you to your administration, nearby Cast a fucking vote next time Instead of sitting back and watching time fly Eye for an eye 'til were blind all around War presidents leading us into the ground Then the men with the blood on their beards and the stains of the War they inflict Of the people they slay C4 strapped to their chests and their brains Explosive times Explosive rain Fire from the gods Fall from the clouds But the fire is the flesh from the people around Caught up in the midst of their religious fits Fuck your god and the message that you spit And fuck the truth that you claim that you speak All of us This ain't no fucking topic of the week This is sleep This is air Fundamentals of our life Threatening our kids and where they sleep now at night And I don't write for the whites or the blacks, or the blues The Arabs, or the Jews It's now time to choose Where we're gonna wake up And if we're gonna lose everything we have I Give the fight to you [Chorus] Welcome to the age of the tick, tick, tick Where the tick, tick, tick is something big, big, big About to blow a hole in your soul Something wrong Everywhere we go and we face Caught up in this state of decay Blinded by the evils of faith I guess that's just the price that we pay [Verse 2] And in this cycle of this life Everything must die everybody Has their own time their own Moment, chosen But I don't know who chose it But fuck it, you're gone now A ghost, baby, frozen So when you look back from the energy you'll be Your human self blown to smithereens Notice The man who told the man to go and get himself exploded Is alive Eating warrag Fully loaded So slip the dogs of war Let them rage, let them bark Let that motherfucker tear them all up before it starts Violence is violence You're damn right But I'd rather be bombing than be on the other side Ayatollah death with a nuke at his behest Fuck that Make a fucking martyr out of them Let the bomb makers meet their maker Don't attempt To empathize with them These ain't really men [Chorus] [Verse 3] And with everything to lose I give my thoughts to you It's easy because of my external point of view Only looking in Finger point pointing out But it's this same perspective that makes me wanna shout and Scream Vent some of this steam that's in me Stepping on these dreams as fleeting as they seem Burst a bubble like a bullet to the spleen Cold lead That will redefine the meaning of life Live or die Sit and cry Watch the time Watch the eyes of those little kids that you kill for signs Dollar bills lighting up your eyes Ghosts in the shadows of the violence of your crimes The west is just to blame as much as those who claim That allah is telling them to murder you and shoot I don’t bow to any god But I know this as the truth Your god isn't the killer The hate is with you [Chorus x2]