S.I.N.

We're fucking pumeling the ground
What's lost can still be found
It's a dark town, wilted flowers all around

There's a cool breeze, we walk with unease
Take note of the streets as they crumble at our feet

There's strength in numbers
We've got strength in numbers
Nothing to lose and a lot to prove
And a lot to prove

Forced down a road, driven by lies
Corruption leads for miles and miles
Now we're slamming on the brakes
That's the only exit we'll take

Heavy steps, there's no surprise
Heavy steps, fear in their eyes
This was the last straw
No easy way out, so we'll break it all
Down

Piss up a fucking rope
This is a new hope
Piss up a fucking rope

Piss up a fucking rope
Ar Ar Ar a new hope
Piss up a fucking rope
Ar Ar Ar a new hope