We are the underground They know nothing of our sound We are the underground They know nothing of our sound This one's for the pigs at the top You know nothing of us, you know nothing of us We're in the gutter singing we won't give up With our fingers crossed, baptized in blood Sick of watching with our mouths sewn shut Raise the flag, sound alarms Look at the state of me, you, us Brainwashed Are you skeptic, born and bred negative? Are you dead set suffering, giving up? Are you spoon fed, coughing up the ignorance? Are you brain dead, loathing, pulling at teeth? Kill or cure This is new world torture Kill or cure This is new world torture If we have to kill the living to live Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease We won't follow, they'll lead us straight to the grave There's no sorrow, convinced the answer's in the dust and debris We're fighting fighting with fighting Our unity is divided, this is the system declining on us Put a nail in my coffin and light it up Our condition is critical If we have to kill the living to live Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease We won't follow, they'll lead us straight to the grave There's no sorrow, convinced the answer's in the dust and debris Seamless as it was before the winter came The trenches will shelter our young, while we ration others save We came paired for the worst, frantic, out of luck Chosen by our tragedies to make the best of us