Fit for an Autopsy
Thank You Budd Dwyer
How in the fuck did it come to this?
What makes an honest man hate his town?
Last letters lost in the abyss
Just a spark without a sound
What are we left with in the end?
Poverty and no self worth
Bleeding for a shed of redemption
As the hate turns to hurt
And all we love
And all the purest things we hold dear
Will turn to dust and disappear
Sins of our few forefathers
Cast down to the sons
Pave the way for victims and villains
Fractured by fraud
Governed by none
Do you feel safe?
Do you feel free?
Do you feel discarded by a two-faced society?
The system is dead
Gun to my head
I've got the way out
The system is dead
Gun to my head
I've got the way out
The system is dead
Gun to my head
I've got the way out
What are we left with in the end?
Poverty and no self worth
Bleeding for a shed of redemption
As the hate turns to hurt
And all we love
And all the purest things we hold dear
Will turn to dust and disappear
Sins of our new forefathers
Cast down to the sons
Pave the way for victims and villains
Fractured by fraud
Governed by none
Do you feel safe?
Do you feel free?
Hang a flag half-mast for me
If it makes you feel better, but know
The system is dead
Gun to my head
I've got the way out
The system is dead
Gun to my head
I've got the way out
So watch and learn you fucking coward
This will hurt someone