Lirama

You've had your chance, and you wonder how you fucked it up so bad
Years of smoke-screens and you have the nerve to ask why the children are the way they are
It's because they haven't seen shit
Now it's our turn, and they'll be shown the world they really live in, the one that none of you want them to see
The'll feel the rage that we feel
They'll ask, "what can we do?", and we'll tell them to fight for it
We'll give them bricks for every window
Torches put in each and every little fucking hand
They'll be shown the sweet spots on the hill to watch as every skyscraper burns
Burns to the fucking ground
You want your war? Now you've fucking got it