The continents shifted apart
Like politics, it predicted wars
The west keeps drowning
In piles of dirt
Dirt and greed
How far can we go on like this
Committing crimes on God's gracious Land
You pile your hate, keep piling on
Until it falls
Come come soldier
Come march along
With your rifle
On your arms
Keep together
Like they said
Until your dead...
Go on you tyrants
With your games
Keep hustling money
From our dying race
Feed us poisons
Feed us chains
Remaining slaves
The rose is dead my darling
Upon this grave
Your patriotic flag
No longer waves
Come come soldier
March along
March to your grave
