The violence of bureaucracy
No one to answer, tyranny

Here comes the blade, here comes the cut
Aren't they bleeding enough, bleeding enough?

Throw the pieces of flesh behind your back
Left to rot on the ground
And discarded like trash

Screams in the air
The sound left hanging there
Like the salty smell of being cut open against their will

You tie 'em up in red tape
It's red because it's soaking in blood
You tie us up in red tape
It's red because we're soaking in blood

The violence of bureaucracy
No one tyrant, just tyranny

Fill out the forms
With the right color ink
There are lives resting on
You not making mistakes

Here comes the blade
Here comes the cut
Aren't they bleeding enough?
Haven't we bled enough?

Screams in the air
The sound left hanging there
Like the salty smell of being cut open against your will

You tie 'em up in red tape
It's red because we're soaking in blood
You tie us up in red tape
It's red because we're soaking in blood

What's being done?
There's no one left to answer for what's being done
There's no one left to answer for what's being done to us