Dead Like a Gun
The problem is in the mix
Black and white guard
A soldier withholding his inborn rage
Ball and chain

His voice is knowledge
Self-awareness of hate
Demands action
And blood

Now I will admit this is a falling empire
But I carry the divine

Brace yourself for movement
I've seen a brighter Light
Well unify
Its in your heart and lips
Superior Empire

I answer only to Ayin
Eternal Struggle
Mark boundaries with fire
Decapitation of judgement
Through rhetoric

Show me your ensign
Tattoo my head in your eyes
The price of liberty