You're just another anthem Guided by the bullet And you can take
this all to hell With your $#&@ing victims Down a toast of their
blood with your wine While refining your ego's defense The glory

of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot Your keen sense of
interest in the revolution will end With the stains of innocence
on your hands The flags that divide us grow stronger With your

plastic refinement Plaster your picture of heads Lining your
mantle Define your heresy with streets Lined with their entrails
Your murders reek of their guns Your motives reek of their kind

When you've fooled the people With your selfish intentions You
can bask in the warmth Of your thugs in action When it all comes
down You decide we're just looking for another leader To bring us

down Your anthem will die with you Like all those before you
Killing off the masses that you Claim to liberate Back to square
one As the swine take on the faces Of their master