[Lyrics: Andersson/Hellid, Music: Rosenberg/Hellid/Cederlund]
Fools gather round to watch me bleed
but there are things
you'll never see
to protect and serve one nation under god
a nation in which no-one's free
Their flesh begins to
rot
what's left of what they've got
a boring life is getting old
mischief won't turn to gold
By going back to burning
books
ripping apart things that doesn't fit
one times one equals nine
Your make-believe reality is full of s**t
Jesus
christ
lord of flies
in disguise
f**k!
It's f****d to hear one idiot's words
but worse to see others believe
it
f****d up minds in f****d up times
it's up to you to foresee it
Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
it's all
built upon lies
out of hand
is this a f*****g joke
out of mind
and it makes me f*****g choke
f**k!
