New Son Army

The tiny pinch, bugs are circling
They carry picket signs and lethal sting
Hold up a puppet hand to take the blame
Chase off the sick dogs no one will claim
This time the blood spill comes from you
With every fist, shit point of view
This is the gun, two-headed snake
Collective will, only coffins break
New son army
New son army
New son army
Follow a cold-blooded copy
Through a ravaged maze of high command
Report for clean boots and guarantees
Withholding judgment of the dirty hands
This time the blood spill comes from you
With every fist, shit point of view
This is the gun, two-headed snake
Collective will, only coffins break
New son army
New son army
This is the gun, two-headed snake
Collective will, only coffins break
New son army
New son army
New son army
Campaigns of white flags and skies of blue
Of peace and adoration we’ll pretend
Built onto shame of victims no one knew
Is where the power of the people ends
This time the blood spill comes from you
With every fist, shit point of view
This is the gun, two-headed snake
Collective will, only coffins break
New son army
New son army
This is the gun, two-headed snake
Collective will, only coffins break
New son army
New son army
New son army