Did you feel how the bullet took you?

Did you feel how easily your life got shed?
Did you feel how the system shot you,

9 mm through your [bad word] head!

I love it and I hate it and I take it and feed it
I slay it and I [bad word] it and I suck it and I leave it

The New Dead Nation
There's no illusion to chase
And each [bad word] time

I get that shot in my face
The New Dead Nation

So you felt how the bullet got you

And you felt how you vivid dreams fell dead
And you felt how the system hit you

Filled your heart with [bad word] led

I have the soul of a hologram,

I have the tongue of a slave
We are the preachers of today,

nothing [bad word] preach anyway
For this life and for these lies,

so suffer the extremeties
Well, I'll kill it for the lies… and death dies
 [bad word] at hand

a way to live and shape your life
But the further it goes the more and more

we stretch for the knife

The New Dead Nation
There's no illusion to chase
And each [bad word] time

I get that shot in my face
The New Dead Nation