Lead by the least of us
They'll grind us into dust
Blood wet on our hands
That they put on us
Mortar in the walls they use to divide us
Thoughts and prayers are all they offer
Not enough to fill the halls they empty
I've got something for 'em
A bullet in the head will solve their problem
I won't
Let them win
I won't
Carry their sin
I won't
Let them win
I won't
Carry their sin
You are not my enemy
My enemy is greed
And all the fat pieces of shit that it feeds
Hang-'em high in the street and watch the crows feed
I won't let them win
I won't carry their sin
I won't let them win
I won't carry their sin