Mercy - Reversal Of Man

Here we are

Sent to suffer

No reason for this misery

In which we wallow

To better this country

Where there is no hope

How can we stand for such treason?

Have mercy on the thousands of lifeless bodies murdered for their money,

the power, the greed

The home of the brave is crumbling at the foundations

Leaving us on our knees

Desperate, sickened at the sight of the red the white and blue

(Fuck your traditions)