Toy Gun Anthem - Boy Sets Fire

You’re just another anthem

Guided by the bullet

And you can take this all to hell

With your fucking victims

Down a toast of their blood with your wine

While refining your ego’s defense

The glory of bullets, the fire, the mobs action to riot

Your keen sense of interest in the revolution will end

With the stains of innocence on your hands

The flags that divide us grow stronger

With your plastic refinement

Plaster your picture of heads

Lining your mantle

Define your heresy with streets

Lined with their entrails

Your murders reek of their guns

Your motives reek of their kind

When you’ve fooled the people

With your selfish intentions

You can bask in the warmth

Of your thugs in action

When it all comes down

You decide we’re just looking for another leader

To bring us down

Your anthem will die with you

Like all those before you

Killing off the masses that you

Claim to liberate

Back to square one

As the swine take on the faces

Of their masters