New World Torture

We are the underground they know nothing of our sound This one's for the pigs at the top You know nothing of us We're in the gutter singing we won't give up With our fingers crossed , baptised in blood Sick of watching with our mouths sewn shit Raise the flag, sound alarms Look at the state of me, you, us brainwashed Are you sceptic? Born and bred negative? Are you dead set suffering? Giving up? Are you spoon fed? Coughing up the ignorance? Are you brain dead? Loathing? Pulling up at teeth? Kill or cure this is new world torture If we have to kill the living to live Prescribe plague and clean our states with disease We won't follow, they'll lead us straight to the grave There's no sorrow We're fighting fighting with fighting Our unity is divided This is the system decuning on us Put a nail in my coffin and light it up Our condition is critical Seamless as it was, before the winter came The trenches will shelter our young While we ration others save We came paired for the worst Frantic, out of luck Chosen by our tragedies To make the best of us