Letra de The Ink And The Quill
The water turned black And it's just getting darker So be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmareThe non-Christian theocrats Pray on a Sunday afternoon Then welcome in Pinochet's men To intimidate and killAll that we know All we knowBe afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmareBe afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmareSo filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill We are the hidden fist of the free market We are the ink, we are the quillWhat have you learned through the years? What have you learned from your fears?Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmareBe afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmareWater tastes like arsenic Feel it pumping, coursing in your blood Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe Room spinning, kiss your ass goodbyeNow you're off, you've been taken on a ride We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies A bill of lies(Be afraid, be afraid) (Be afraid, be afraid) (Be afraid, be afraid) (Be very afraid) of the coming nightmareBe afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraid of the coming nightmareBe afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no) Be afraid, be afraid Be very afraidThere's a storm cloud gathering overhead (oh, no) Ominous, black, reigning hell (oh, no) When it drops jackboot down on your streets (oh, no) You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teethBuilt on a corporate welfare scam (oh, no) Rumsfeld doctrine stealing wealth (oh, no) Profit's so saccharine sweet (oh, no) The Wall Street bankers weepAs the storm gains strength The aging levees break The ancient ground does quake And your lungs fill with your spineless apathy