Forced fiction down our throats
Further driving a wedge for a vote
By strangulation, the noose getting tighter
And through our hands, this nation slips
No more, no more, it's time to even the score
No more, no more, revolution is at your door
The left forces their rights on everyone
Then from behind, an Orwellian future comes
The right seeks a fatter purse
By destroying the land, state by state, one by one
No more, no more, it's time to even the score
No more, no more, revolution is at your door
Dividing line, they now set the tone
Under the weight of fear, feeling the breaking bones
Dividing Line, feeding on the fears of the flock
Numbers pouring in, now they're taking stock