The bastards tell you that this world won't have a place for you
But the decaying and your word
Just make them scared of what you'll do

They try to blind you with shallowness and screens
They try to tell you who you are and tell you what you believe

Learn how to serve, how to slave, how to kneel
From their mouths you see the gray pour out
Forming shackles for your heart and for your thoughts

Learn how to serve, how to slave, how to kneel or
Be the cure to their sickness
Be the new to purge the old
Be the flame in the darkness
Be the rising legion

They make it seem like it's your nature to submit
To be another cog in the machine that reproduces all their shit
But the storm inside you will tear their skin apart
And expose the dead flesh underneath
So you can see just what they are

Learn how to serve, how to slave, how to kneel

But we will never be like them
Another thought that powers the machinery
We are thousands (triggers army)
We are legion

Never to serve or to slave or to kneel

Be the cure to their sickness
Be the new to purge the old
Be the flame in the darkness
Be the rising legion

Be the cure to their sickness
Be the new to purge the old
Be the flame in the darkness
Be the rising legion