This is my song for the hate of this world So you wanna see us be the next in line As we march to the dead with our heads silently bowed? Let's fucking tear our lives apart Cut our veins so our blood will serve as the ink for you to redesign Policemen of the world please unite Rewrite the maps with our very blood Is there anything left for us to deny? Or our remaining rights are only to die? Laws are silent in times of war So we'd better shut the fuck up as well This way at least we can be labeled as good people Who serve the purpose of helping the western wind Colonize lands untouched by it's dirty plastic shine So you wanna see us be the next in line? (Next in line) The next in line This is my song for the hate of this world (of bitterness and hope) Policemen of the world please unite Rewrite the maps with our very blood Is there anything left for us to deny? Or our remaining rights are only to die? So you wanna see us be the next in line? Well, my friend, I really hope that instead of us You'll be standing in the line, in the line You'll be standing in the line, in the line, in the line In the line of fire In the line of fire In the line of fire In the line of fire Of bitterness and hope