Worthless is the freedom bought Songtext / Lyric

From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave. How many did your democracy save? Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a thousand times before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as always. And once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth. Your beautiful world is dead. - It will die a thousand times. - I will watch it expire. - It's time to kill this lie. - It died a thousand times. Blooded, pitch-black and yeah, we're tired of being expendable in their community.And while you swallow every image they present. We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent.