Guerrilla

Pull up in balaclavas
Break through the window panes
They'll nominate a martyr
No matter who abstains
They'll be infected by the minds of politicians
Trying to hide the conflicts of the class behind religion

Broken by society
Divide creating killers
Woken by anxiety
Provide a pile of figures
Tokens turn to anarchy
The warfare is guerrilla
Till they line up all the bodies
And they pull the fucking trigger

Take off the golden armor
Unlock the ball and chain
They'll instigate departure
If you break out the reins
They'll be injected by the kind of disposition
That's written by the media corrupting intuition

Hoping for variety
And passed from post to pillar
Focused on propriety
The rise of Camarilla
Tokens turn to anarchy
The warfare is guerrilla
Till they line up all the bodies
And they pull the fucking trigger

Is it wrong?
Is it right?
Is it all just a lie?
Is it okay to thrive?
Is it bad to survive?
Are you left?
Are you right?
Do you live?
Do you die?
Are we all in the fight?
Are we rolling the dice?

Broken by society
Divide creating killers
Woken by anxiety
Provide a pile of figures
Tokens turn to anarchy
The warfare is guerrilla
Till they line up all the bodies
And they pull the fucking trigger

Is it wrong?
Is it right?
Is it all just a lie?
Is it okay to thrive?
Is it bad to survive?
Are you left?
Are you right?
Do you live?
Do you die?
Are we all in the fight?
Are we rolling the dice?