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Rip it up, tear it down; who will own this fight?Spitting bombs across the great divideSent arrows, broken arrows, flaming arrowsRight into the heart of the city tonightApocalyptic pockmarks on the stretched-out soulOf a city now a monstrous canker, beholdThe billowing smoke against the twilight skyWhile the innocent suffer, weep, and cry outThere is nothing more this timeJust the stench of a rank decay!There is nothing more this timeAnd what price are you willing to pay?Tell me, does your end justify the means?Scythe in hand, we reap what sprung from bitter seedsTell me, will our hands ever be clean?There is nothing more this timeJust the stench of a rank decay!There is nothing more this timeAnd what price are you willing to pay?The wicked sleep in their split-level homesContent with the lies they're fed and doing what they're toldLiving lives of excess with paranoid mindsTerror wrought in their name, and yet inherently blindSongtexteRip it up, tear it down, what burden this fight?Talking heads spew forth manufactured liesAnd the zombie consumers work nine to fiveWhile this fatal infraction eclipses the lightApocalyptic pockmarks on a stretched-out soulOf a city now a monstrous canker, beholdThe billowing smoke against a twilight skyWhile the innocent suffer, weep, and cry outTell me, does your end justify the means?Scythe in hand, we reap what sprung from bitter seedsTell me, will our hands ever be clean?Tell me, will our hands ever be clean? Aus Songtexte Mania