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Song Of The Sirens

Anti-Systematic

The capitalist regime
Total terror
The shiny war machine
Brand new technic


With the sound of sirens
You justify your couse
And with tourture
You stain your hands

A sacrifeced body
For a pile of paper
Or a canister
Full with fule


Just to be sure
I'm pumped with poison
Still some can tell
Right from self-destruction


The thick black blood
That runs throught you'r veins
Feeding the hunger
That keeps you alive



To build a structure
Of pure hate
Pull the curtain
Of what you know

A raised flag
To make us proud
With the rightus
Of murder