Dillinger Four - Mosh For Jesus Lyrics
A vague expression and a silent motiveTo take this shithole by the *****ing throatAnd then it's on our handsAnd that's how the new world beganA passing phrase of quiet indignationA molotov to start the conflagration'Til we've lost our voice we'll make a joyful noiseA penny for your treasonIs worth a thousand more of hollow freedomThe world is feeling twice as cold todayAnd there's no more disguising it's decayAll this shit I gotta believe it was an accidentA random chanceIgnorance, intolerance aboundingHow could this be a part of any greater planA new Discussion of an age old questionAn age old method of towards a new directionWhen the going's toughWe'll bite the hand that feedsBreak the fist that abusesBe the voice of truth in a world so truthlessAnd juvenile, a stab in the back with a smile.