From the opening scream That remains on your lips Like the torment in your eyes Left to carry the blame For the rest of us You were cast aside Heaven is a place where you belong You went down to hell the lonely one Saviour of all But you always knew you would fall 'Cause in life and death you know you are Born with a broken heart As his blood washed away And your soul was not clean So we condemned you to life Made the traitor to save Every one of us Your truth was denied Heaven is a place where you belong You went down to hell the lonely one Saviour of all But you always knew you would fall 'Cause in life and death you know you are Born with a broken heart It hurts to stab in the back When you knew that from birth You've been handed the knife To the victim of fate Once the torment has gone Your truth will survive Heaven is a place where you belong You went down to hell the lonely one Heaven is a place where you belong You went down to hell the lonely one Saviour of all But you always knew you would fall 'Cause in life and death you know you are Born with a broken heart

Deep in the soul of a man who's seen it all - he stands alone with borrowed time Dealing with two, nothing's new but they look at you with broken backs and bleeding minds Well I don't know even though they tell me so You'll be the one who walks the line Standing tall They're so fragile But they always find you when you hide Cause you're a broken man In a broken land Cause you're a broken man In a broken land And don't they wish they were blessed like you The struggle inside your mind is a waste of time - your purest thoughts evaporate Dark clouds reveal how you feel in your idle time - your own tail becomes the bait You don't know even though your blood flows Destroy yourself, you're the one you hate Standing tall They're so fragile But they always get you when you're late Cause you're a broken man In a broken land Cause you're a broken man In a broken land And don't they wish they were blessed like you Standing tall they look so small with the world upon their shoulders But a broken man on broken land looks far beyond his brothers yeah, yeah Break for the sun you're the one, the chosen one, your time is up your time is due Cracked like a whip from the hand of a broken man to find out that he's just like you But you've seen it all, in your mind you've seen it all, you've built it up and they made it fall Because you're killing yourself and you're so fragile But they cannot crush you if you don't crawl. Now I'm a broken man In a broken land Now I'm a broken man In a broken land Now I'm a broken man In a broken land And don't they wish they were blessed like you And don't they wish they were blessed like you And don't they wish they were blessed like you And don't they wish they were blessed like you And don't they wish they were blessed like you And don't they wish they were blessed like you And don't they wish they were blessed like you

Up from the ashes out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Oh why do the good die young-ung Burnin' like a shooting star Born with a broken heart Off in the distance callin' my name I took me a ride on a slow rollin' train It still runs It seems the good die young-ung Playin' on that sad guitar Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shooting star Born with a broken heart Seems it was over before it begun Killed by a bullet from a six-string gun Bang a drum Oh why do the good die young-ung yeah Ridin' in a long black car Born with a broken heart Playin' on that sad guitar Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shooting star Born with broken heart Yea

Uhh Ayy, yo, it's just another bombtrack, uh Ayy, yo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah It goes a one, two, three Yeah, and it's just another bombtrack And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake this But I'ma drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down, hand out some beatdowns Could run a train on punk fools that think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete at a level that's obsolete Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall and the businesses that burnt us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (yes, you're gonna) Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn It goes a one, two, three, another funky, radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant, militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (yes, you're gonna) Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Uhh Hey, yo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah Check it out Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn

Uh Pump, pump, woo! Come on Uh Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah Come on The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sendin' us to early graves for all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away, get in front of it Brother, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on Doesn't that make it three in a row? (Anger is a gift) Come on Uh Drop that Uh Come on Yeah Uh Brother, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on 'Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero Environment, the environment exceeding On the level of our unconsciousness For example, what does the billboard say? "Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement" (Anger is a gift) Yeah Uh Aw, bring that shit in Uh Hey Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right

Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Merge on the networks Slangin' nerve gas Up jump the boogie then bang Let 'em hang While the paranoid Try to stuff the void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed and blessed by the Lord The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord Shock around the clock, from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into the womb Terror's the product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! Sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats Undressed and blessed by the Lord The same devil that ran around Managua with a sword Check out the new style that Ollie found A tune with a bullet, to shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! The program of Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum Fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil angels lists Hittin' the AM playlist Paid to say this That one inhuman Illegal, single, woman The one without a movement The transmissions whippin' our backs Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacey Koon and Terror's tha product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! The sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats One caution, the mic's a detonator unwound To shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! Check the heads bow in Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god