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One nation under the gun where forward thinking is shunned
A morbid tradition of archaic value systems
Where violence justified is just another pride
Under the surface lies a holy plastic empire with guarded golden fences
Where misfortune shelters decisions
A pain wrought from blood flowing green
The myth of protection is a sick fascination
A culture of violence is what you are feeding
Fear is an heirloom and hate is contagious
A nation of sadists is what you are breeding
It's everywhere; it's everywhere that you see
But who decides if you watch or turn the other cheek?
And only in your mind is it your given right to be armed to the teeth
It's a common disease
The only immunity is to disarm this holy plastic empire disease
Yeah... Guess who bought Darkest Hour today?