Trap Them

Maybe the bombs look better from where youre standing
maybe the chronic fatigue and lifeless noon-times
are something youve been waiting for
but i dont see it like that
taking harm for health and blood for tolls
your three piece isnt war paint
and your polished vocabulary still doesnt get you to say what you want
so i stole your students
i gave them color in their faces and revolt in their steps
let them call out all of your officials with half truth blindfolds
and gave them reason to strip all of your system failed defense
took all of your lab coats and handed them to the frozen faces
in the dark alleys on these midwinter nights
lifted all your padlocked journals and plastered all the hidden antidotes
on every billboard that boasts your names,
your cancers, your invasion techniques
we offer shower for the victims
of your presence, your ultimate degradation
this is final
this is seizure
[ All Hands On The Medic Lyrics ]