New Son Army - Hate Dept.

The tiny pinch, bugs are circling

They carry picket signs and lethal sting

Hold up a puppet hand to take the blame

Chase off the sick dogs no one will claim

This time the blood spill comes from you

With every fist, shit point of view

This is the gun, two-headed snake

Collective will, only coffins break

New son army

New son army

New son army

Follow a cold-blooded copy

Through a ravaged maze of high command

Report for clean boots and guarantees

Withholding judgment of the dirty hands

This time the blood spill comes from you

With every fist, shit point of view

This is the gun, two-headed snake

Collective will, only coffins break

New son army

New son army

This is the gun, two-headed snake

Collective will, only coffins break

New son army

New son army

New son army

Campaigns of white flags and skies of blue

Of peace and adoration we’ll pretend

Built onto shame of victims no one knew

Is where the power of the people ends

This time the blood spill comes from you

With every fist, shit point of view

This is the gun, two-headed snake

Collective will, only coffins break

New son army

New son army

This is the gun, two-headed snake

Collective will, only coffins break

New son army

New son army

New son army