Each man can make their difference in life (If someone would even try)
For as each of us lies rotting dead, our ideas will never die
One man can start this fire, a second can feed the flames
All of the rest can forward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself alive
Our frustration, give it to them, together as one
What we have is more than it takes to prosecute the enemy in time
The pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we re fed though out our lives
what chance to fight together? What chance to tear this world apart?

Power s derived in numbers, and numbers are what we have
Yet you complain and choose to abstain, when we could be fighting back
Vultures will encircle with propaganda streams
Laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst

This is why we re living- for spirit, life, and blood
And as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite
Humanity s a weapon, each life s a sharpened blade
But we re hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses to death

.To climb up off your knees, and fight for something real
Out into the streets of ruined cities they will come
The bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win
With colors running black and red on hope for future days,
A call will soon be heard vae victis!