Streets on fire, blood in the dirt,
Brothers killin’ brothers, everybody's hurt.
Different colors, different flags we wave,
But underneath the skin, we’re all diggin’ our graves.
Cultural divides, hate’s in the air,
No right, no wrong, just death everywhere.
We’re pawns in a game, fightin’ for scraps,
But the rich man laughs while the poor man snaps.


""Гражданская война, кровь на руках,
Ненависть в сердцах, никто не прав.
Новая власть встанет на трон,
Но победы здесь нет, всё — пустой звон.""


We load up our guns, point at our kin,
But who’s the real enemy in this deadly spin?
Hate’s a tool, and we’re playin' the part,
Tearin’ each other, rip the nation apart.
They whisper lies, divide and conquer,
But we’re all slaves to the same fuckin’ monster.
Racism burns, deep in the soul,
But at the end of the day, we’re diggin' our own hole.


Funk bass hits, but the groove's all wrong,
It’s the sound of chaos, where we don’t belong.
This ain’t no freedom, this ain’t no fight,
Just a bloody mess in the dead of the night.
Winners take power, losers just die,
But what’s left of us when we’ve all said goodbye?
The new rulers rise, from the ashes and blood,
But the cost was too high, drowned in the flood.


""Гражданская война, кровь на руках,
Ненависть в сердцах, никто не прав.
Новая власть встанет на трон,
Но победы здесь нет, всё — пустой звон.""

[solo]


A house divided, standin’ on bones,
But we’re just puppets, breakin' our own homes.
Differences blind us, hate pulls the strings,
And in this civil war, destruction is what it brings.
No right, no wrong, just a battlefield gray,
We’re all fuckin' lost in this deadly play.
The victors will rise, but at what fuckin' cost?
A country torn apart, so much life lost.


The dust settles, the war drums fade,
But the scars we bear, they'll never degrade.
We fought for nothin’, just a hollow crown,
Now we’re left with ashes, this broken town.
In the end, no one's truly won,
Just a new class of rulers under the same sun.