We are the ones of grim and malice; Claim our land and dwell in our Palace; Manipulate feeble mind, peaceful mind; Eliminate peace of mind. What else will we find, if, still, we look upon; Seek out for comfort, inward, How can we move forward, then? Behind our own lines. Pick another one for the pick; Shovel our mud, leave the bodies in the mud; Thud, Thud, Thud; Just those three.
first verse was pretty good. catchy. kinda went down hill no offense. constructive criticism. i liked the first verse tho