Don´t talk to me with
That smug attitude
That self-righteous sting in
Your voice makes me sick
You fool, you liar,
You worthless piece of [bad word] You´re a good-for-nothing
Waste of space,
[bad word] hypocrite

As the bullets start to fly
So hear me clearly
As darkness fills the sky
As the bullets start to fly
Listen to my eulogy
Right before you die
As the bullets start to fly
You are a walking blasphemy
living lie
As the bullets start to fly
Start to fly, start to fly,
You´re gonna die

Don´t think you can ostracise
Me with your lies [bad word] on full-force
With vengeance in my mind
You're about to find out
How power feels
When you're on the receiving
End of a tyrant's heel

You talk about us as if
You understand our lives
But the only thing you care about
Is if your bank account survives
I see you everyday
When I'm out on the town
And one day I'll loose my mind [bad word] to hunt you down

You're an inversion of [bad word] 
spiritual disease
You've spend our birthright, [bad word] to claim the fee
I'm the power of a billion souls
Rising from the grave
I am the hand of retribution
For those you have betrayed...