Break out The sickness spreads and we rejoice The fall of government is how we come to life The horror, the colour Our future is bright Inception, redemption Multiply before we starve And so it begins The culling, the rapture The total loss of hope Now we hold on to what we used to know We lack the means to grow We are so cold, lacking the will to push Something's gotta give There are people hanging from the trees You see the people taking pictures, You believe You've seen it all by now We have no self-control The dormant national sophisticated whore False control, sense of hope Calls you out, shows your throat