Lyrics: Protest The Hero. Soft Targets Dig Softer Graves.

Now's the time to take all your rage and your
frustration and focus it in a positive way.
It's time to fight but only for the democracy
that has been ripped from beneath our feet. Is
it ridiculous to believe that killing the
innocent is murder? but it is to believe that
nothing can be done. These people are not
machines, they're living they're breathing
they're dying they're human beings who cry
"please don't kill me" in the same trembling
frequency we do. Propaganda screams "have you
forgotten?" in six minute intervals so loud
that you can't escape them, but now I'll ask
have you forgotten? about the young men in
boxes, about the choking in the field, about a
treaty (of a palace in the swamp) that was set to
end it all? It's safe to say I'll never forget
the day i first heard your voice, laced with
undertones of hate and vengeance. I suppose all
that matters is dulce et decorum est Pro patria
mori, or at least it still acts as an effective
facade to mask the burning bush's political
alternative agenda. How sweet and fitting is it
to die for one man's greed?