Hell Praiser - This Or The Apocalypse

I want to see the powerless rise

and burn everything you have

I want the black seas to rise and devour the warships

until they’re floating through corpses

I want the blackest of clouds to infect all the drones

until the missiles rain down on your homes

Welcome to America

More wealth per capita

Welcome to Amerca

More wealth per capita

Oh my god — your generation had it all

Oh my god — my generation will make you fall

Make you fall

We’re all dead

You feel me?

We’re all dead

We’re all dead and we’ll be remembered by the way that we lived

So what do you got to show for yourself

what do you got?

First they all ignore you

Then they all will laugh

Then they let them fight you

Then you take it back

Because of you we’re all dead

We’re all dead

And we’ll plant the seeds that kill the roots where you live

Gold is silent just like the territory you fight for

Silence kills us but you know that they want more

Look good and fear no war

Welcome to America

More wealth per capita

Welcome to Amerca

More wealth per capita

No death is good enough.