(w: J. Porter m: M. Nelson/M. Boone)
They're calling for you, you might want to get this
We bring you the most desolate news
Incessant ringing has the word of virtue
PICK UP THE PHONE!!!
And you're drifting away from shadows
But heading straight for the dark
Making rivuelettes of machinary cringe
Like new born propaganda missing its mark
Pressing onwards to short victory
Our cry of freedom resounds so hollow
As bombs keep dropping one by one
There are no leaders left to follow
WE'RE CALLING FOR YOU!!!
Please realize it's not black and white
There's more than one answer, there's more than one right
There are faces to children and faces to lies
But no one to question when we're dropping like flies
At one time I thought this feeling was pride
But the virus fell crying its shown fear
Just in time for the molotov prince's strike to
Fall the mighty leaves we hold dear
He thought it one less to remember
At least that's how it seemed to me
The dance had begun, he twirled about
Confusing his motives to accomplish peace
THEY'RE CALLING FOR YOU
Be not afraid, they can't harm you. But watch your fucking back for us. We'll bring the fire and pestillence and we'll make you justify. We won't beat your war drum like you beat on our heads. We're better than that shit. Now you've had fair warning to settle this score, you offered up paper cranes but you'll fly no more
Please realize it's not black and white
People are dying in a meaningless fight
We bring the truth and all you despise
Take warning now, it's the rise of the flies
Pick up the phone...
WE'RE CALLING FOR YOU!!!