The Ink and the Quill (Be Afraid)
The water turned black
And it's just getting darker
So be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
The neo-christian theocrats
Pray on a Sunday afternoon
Then welcome in Pinochet's men
To intimidate and kill
All that we know
All we know
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication
There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction
Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill
We are the hidden fist of the free market
We are the ink, we are the quill
What have you learned through the years?
What have you learned from your fears?
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Water tastes like arsenic
Feel it pumping, coursing in your blood
Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe
Room spinning, kiss your ass goodbye
Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride
We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies
A bill of lies
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be very afraid) of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid
There's a storm cloud gathering overhead (oh, no)
Ominous, black, reigning hell (oh, no)
When it drops jackboot down on your streets (oh, no)
You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth
Built on a corporate welfare scam (oh, no)
Rumsfeld doctrine stealing wealth (oh, no)
Profit's so saccharine sweet (oh, no)
The Wall Street bankers weep
As the storm gains strength
The aging levees break
The ancient ground does quake
And your lungs fill with your spineless apathy
And it's just getting darker
So be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
The neo-christian theocrats
Pray on a Sunday afternoon
Then welcome in Pinochet's men
To intimidate and kill
All that we know
All we know
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication
There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction
Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill
We are the hidden fist of the free market
We are the ink, we are the quill
What have you learned through the years?
What have you learned from your fears?
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Water tastes like arsenic
Feel it pumping, coursing in your blood
Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe
Room spinning, kiss your ass goodbye
Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride
We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies
A bill of lies
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be very afraid) of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid
There's a storm cloud gathering overhead (oh, no)
Ominous, black, reigning hell (oh, no)
When it drops jackboot down on your streets (oh, no)
You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth
Built on a corporate welfare scam (oh, no)
Rumsfeld doctrine stealing wealth (oh, no)
Profit's so saccharine sweet (oh, no)
The Wall Street bankers weep
As the storm gains strength
The aging levees break
The ancient ground does quake
And your lungs fill with your spineless apathy
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick C Bollinger, Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Christopher Lee Barker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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- LIES THEY TELL OUR CHILDREN
- VICTORY OR DEATH (WE GAVE ‘EM HELL) [feat. Campino] - Single
- NVREVR (feat. Stacey Dee of Bad Cop/Bad Cop) - EP
- The FIGHT of OUR LIVES (feat. Tim McIlrath of Rise Against & Brian Baker of Bad Religion) - Single
- MODERN META MEDICINE (feat. Jesse Leach of Killswitch Engage) - EP
- LAUGH. CRY. SMILE. DIE. (feat. Shane Told of Silverstein) - Single
- IMPERIALISM (feat. Ashrita Kumar of Pinkshift)
- 17 Song Demo
- That's When I Reach for My Revolver (Bonus Track)
- The War On Christmas Is Over (If You Buy It) - Single
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