V1
There’s nothing kind about the human race
Where the zealots judge because they’re all afraid
Stripping us of our last shred of dignity
We’re glorified slaves, we’re all up for trade
Pre-chorus:
Generate panic, call yourself an activist
Activate hatred, call yourself a pacifist
Pacify the enemy, call yourself a patriot
Patronize society, we’re going down in infamy
Chorus:
This is the last stand, we are the hanged man
From our deathbed, bow to the tyrant
V2
There’s nothing fair about affairs of the state
Distracting us from our freedoms at stake
Banking on unwavering apathy
We’re all gonna pay, it’s not up for debate