Versuri Machine Head - Clenching the Fists of Dissent

Album: Machine Head - The Blackening

[Music: Flynn / McClain / Demmel, Lyrics: Flynn]


Do you hear revolutionas call?
Itas time to fight our own denial
Warmongers keep us locked in fear
Invoke the past, a moment of tears

An ugly truth
Put forth by our youth
Under the threat of patriotic brute, so

Use your rage
It is a weapon
We now must engage

Let trumpets sound our call
Or by their lies we will fall

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolutionas song
When they say die
Die for America

[Solo: Flynn, Demmel]


They say that freedom isnat free
Itas paid with the lives
Of sons and families
Cause blood is their new currency
And oil pumps the heart of money

So fight as one
Without a f*****g gun
Words are the bullets to this revolution

Use your pain
The battlegrounds, the streets are ablaze

Excess will pave their path
The winds of change, our bloodbath

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolutionas song
When they say die
Die for America

Power and prejudice
Actions they use to pit against
Terror, insurgency
Words uses to scare conformity
Itas propaganda, itas their hypocrisy
Free to choose our own slavery

All suffer humanity

[Solo: Demmel, Flynn; Demmel, Flynn]


Fight a for all that you love
Scream a choking with foot upon threat
Blind a star spangled eyes
Death a no more the truth you will hide
No, more

So how do they sleep?
When our mothers weep
Theyare selling our souls
And our blood for oil

Our generation
Can be the f*****g one
That overcomes the greed
Of corrupt nations

Have no shame
Youare not alone in thinking
This is f*****g insane

Rise up and take your stand
And curl the fingers of your hand

And I donat know what to do
Cause I donat have the answers
But with ever ounce of strength
Iall vow to fight this cancer

Didnat say I want to lead
I just might let you down
Didnat say believe in me
Just hold this common ground

Iam just as lost as you
And probably more confused
So f*****g far from perfect
My mind wrecked from abuse

Thereas something f*****g wrong
When war takes sons and daughters
Our lambs misled to slaughter

Clenching the fists of dissent
Clenching the fists of dissent
Clenching the fists of dissent
Clenching to hope

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