This is not, this is not I'm just saying boy Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking

Redemption songs Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have Emancipate yourself from mental slavery Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time While we stand aside and look? Some say it's just a part

They want all for one and none for all I want to be there to witness the downfall We are paralysed What’s it going to take to get us to stand up? ‘Cause you can see it in their eyes, they don’t give a fuck So cast your votes, watch them shed their skin

You are beautiful, you are beautiful, More than you could realize Stand for them all You don't even have to try, My mother told me, She said andy, My sisters, my daughters and wives, Girls, you will learn are not a shining light

(Bury us all) My time to stand This is my chance This is our chance I see them coming with shrouds to bury us all Before we were, before we were born they shaped our lives Leading us into an unmarked grave in moments Moments life could end so I will

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain

I won't be standing up for long, I'd better learn how to crawl In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor One more anthem for the know-it-all Learn how to crawl Not like I need to depend upon anyone Since I can see the lack of need for me to be

Triumph awaits As we face distress we must not lose heart Stand fast and press on, Triumph awaits us Sometimes we have to watch our whole lives fall apart, Before we can rebuild them again, A greater foundation We watch our whole lives Reality no longer

Triumph awaits As we face distress we must not lose heart Stand fast and press on, Triumph awaits us Sometimes we have to watch our whole lives fall apart, Before we can rebuild them again, A greater foundation We watch our whole lives Reality no longer

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you