1,000,000 Died To Make This Sound

One million died to make this sound

Can't learn the words if you don't know the feeling

Can't get the feeling if you don't know the sound

One million died to make this sound

Your band

Your band is bland

Your band is bland ambition

Can't live on their remainders

We'll starve on it for sure

Their way is debt and prisons

They are burning half the world

A feast of filthy feasts, man

Stale air and dead parades

The pretense of their awful gardens

Monuments the mess they've made

Give me a goddamn shovel

I'll dig my own damn hole

We drank 'til morning made us

Then ate the shit we stole

I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.

I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3

I.S.P. - N.S.A. - C.C.T.V. - D.O.D. - D.O.J. - D.O.C.

I.D.F. - A.O.L. - A.I.P.A.C. - I.E.D - S.U.V. - MP3...

One million died to make this sound

I learned it / at 17 / on drugs / and well policed /

It kissed me / as I fell / with fists full / of ringing bells /

So get fast / and get quick / with dum hearts / and swung hips /

Our dreams / deserve it...

(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)

(silk-screen that, ye twits, across thy internet...)

One million died to make this sound...