All your little protests do
Is teach me who
Can f*ckin whine the loudest like a goddamn bitch
I don't care
About your problems because
Life's not fair
So sit the f*ck down
And shut the f*ck up
You piece of shit
Nobody asked for your opinion
You f*ckin' talk about it
Time to be about it
No more waving signs
I'm sick of all your smug and empty lies
Marching in circles
And chanting nonsense
When will you f*cking learn
You can't dismantle shit
Nor bring permanent change
With hollow words
So take to self immolation
And Set Yourself on Fire (In Public)
To feel the burn
Keyboard warriors
You won't rise
You won't make your stand
Your demise
At your own hypocritical hands
You need attention
You need it now
You need to be seen doing the right thing
You need that f*ckin pat on the back
You need everything to f*ckin be about you
You're all just standing around and bleating like goddamn sheep
(BA-A-A-A)
Memorize statistics all you want
Your f*cking numbers don't mean anything
You just complain from your high horse
Why don't you get down in the mud
Or do you simply fear the stains
Get your hands dirty for once
Those who merely talk but never act deserve to bleed
Behead the bastards
(Oof)
Send them To The Grave
Fill the streets with blood
Or hold your tongue
Fill the streets with blood
Or hold your tongue