You're just another anthem guided by your bullet
And you can take this all to hell with your fucking 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

And 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

And 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 masters