Your voice means nothing until it sounds like my own
I come in the name of all your world cannot see

Barricade the bridges
It won't make a difference
Stoke fires of conflict
The multitude can't resist the insurgence

Reprogram
To transform
Into no one

In the name of riot
For sake of revolt
In the name of ruin we storm as one

Sedition as my sword
Hover above the death pit,
Revolver is leveled by my right hand
Progress as contraband
Swing the sigh from on high through the nape of the masses

Dethrone, overthrow
Barricade the bridges
It will make no difference
Stoke the fire of insurgence
The multitude cannot resist

When security and comfort consume
When rule is in the hands of the few
When peace and safety emerge from the chaos
Your sovereignty is overrated, outdated, eradicated

Your voice means nothing until it sounds like my own