No sign of change in this world I hate Cause when I look around I see a ghost town. I am sick of it Out the back door Into the street lights embrace the vice Roaming around under black hoods Never sleep at night Either you lick your wounds Or take back what's yours Do you let everything You love just fade away? Just look around This is a ghost town Where propaganda rules So I doubt and test Every word I receive I avoid TV, I avoid to give in To mediocrity You should count your blessings And watch your back For we are out there and we won't forget You should count your blessings And watch your back For we are out there and we won't forget The voices you kill And the prisons you build Reclaim what's ours Or burn it all down Burn it to the ground