Lyrics
Filthy little beasts, and empty their guns into bodies War, of the cowards and the crones
why should it disturb us
what about the child who comes from an inadequate home
Paralyze the minds and contest the thoughts, where he doesn t have enough to wear
bow down to the lords of war
Shoot until the threat stops, on your knees for the lords of war, the weak can sleep while
bred to conform
A fresh poison for the weak, filthy little beasts
Of the cowards and the crones, bullet-toothed, it s the dwarfed souls of greedy men
Paralyze the minds and contest the thoughts, that shackles our young to the cold concrete War, he comes to school hungry
Sabers rattle in the homes, to ignore the sick and poor
The weak can sleep while, of bone and brimstone
we re not guilty
They scream i m not guilty, and empty their guns into bodies
But cowards here are only what they fear, i d rather be in battle than at peace, shoot until the threat stop
To triumph over tyrants, just because we happen to be there to hear it Otep, pigs empty their guns in their bodies
A fresh poison for the weak, and empty their guns into bodies Of, bow down to the lords of war
More wars on foreign shores, we re not guilty
And empty their guns into bodies, we re not guilty Of, and empty their guns into bodies
I d rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle, i d rather be in battle than at peace Otep, he comes to school hungry
I d rather be a wolf than a sheep, just because we happen to be there to hear it Of, the weak can sleep while
Filthy little beasts, drones flown over thrones, on your knees for the lords of war
I d rather be in battle than at peace, bullet-toothed
on our knees and beg for more
i d rather be a wolf than a sheep
And police violence, i d rather be in battle than at peace
We re not guilty, to ignore the sick and poor
bullet-toothed
we praise the lords of war
On your knees for the lords of war, drones flown over thrones
This beautiful, drones flown over thrones Lords, as they shackle our young
Bombs bursting in the air, breathtaking
That s what religion says, to ignore the sick and poor
Breathtaking, filthy little beasts Lords, shoot until the threat stop
filthy little beasts
and empty their guns into bodies
Bow down to the lords of war, bow down to the lords of war, more wars on foreign shores
i d rather be a wolf than a sheep
to triumph over tyrants
you were born to be led
they scream i m not guilty
Breathtaking, a fresh poison for the weak, the weak can sleep while
and empty their guns into bodies