Lyric

The pigs march

The noise pierces my ears

A feast of garbage

A fitting tribute to the false savior

The burning flag

Gunshots echo through the town

Smuggling and immigration

You're just a number

The countdown begins to your grave

No one can see you

The countdown begins to your grave

Your words will be flushed down the toilet

Victims of a broken society

A life of mental breakdown and chaos

Dog shit on the soles of my shoes

A hearse pulls up in front of my house

The burning flag

Gunshots echo through the town

Smuggling and immigration

You're just a number

The countdown begins to your grave

No one can see you

The countdown begins to your grave

Your words will be flushed down the toilet