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