There ain’t no peace in [bad word] 
We’re ending up dead 
Can’t help but feel the gun behind our heads 
No time to bother on what’s left to say 
We only live to fight another day 

Caught up in a sick reality 
Searching for meaning in a cesspool of thieves 
I disgust the filthiness this nation breeds 
Forever biting off the hand that feeds 

No peace, we’re all condemned 
NO PEACE, NO CHANCE OF LIFE 
Fever creeps while masses sleep 
But I can see through the cracking of your lies 

I WILL SPIT, I WILL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES 
I WILL SPIT, I WILL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES 

Sinking, trapped and forced to obey 
Forever bounded to these shackles of pain 
You played with fire, brought the world to its knees 
For there’s no chance because [bad word] for thee 

No peace we’re all condemned 
NO PEACE, NO CHANCE OF LIFE 
Fever creeps while masses sleep 
But I can see through the cracking of your lies 

I WILL SPIT, I WILL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES 
I WILL SPIT, I WILL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES 

Time destroys and life resigns 
No escape and no way out