Now youve got something to die for.
Infidel, Imperial
Lust for blood, a blind crusade
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree
Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine
Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination
The fires of sedition
Fulfi will the prophecy.
Now youve got something to die for.
Send the childrean to the fire, sons and daugthers stack the pyre
Stoke the flame of the empire, li have to lie another day
Face of hypocrisy, raping the democracy
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
Well never get out of this hole until weve dug our own grave
And drug the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave
Burn.
Now youve got something to die for.
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