Spineless bastards, blood caked bones to bang their drums
Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers
In blind delusion, kissing the master's ring
Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm
We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village
Mourning parents of disemboweled children
We spit in their faces; we laugh in their faces
Kill yourself with a noose of your own device
Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight
Let the peasants eat shit, they're surely used to it
Our lives go on...And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers
How loud will you cheer the soldiers marching them on
The rich stay rich and the poor die off quietly
And the power remains the same
(I am of the new revolution)
The Power Remains The Same Video (MV)
Performed By: Boy Sets Fire
Written by: CHAD ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATT KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
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Spineless bastards, blood caked bones to bang their drums
Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers
In blind delusion, kissing the master's ring
Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm
We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village
Mourning parents of disemboweled children
We spit in their faces; we laugh in their faces
Kill yourself with a noose of your own device
Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight
Let the peasants eat shit, they're surely used to it
Our lives go on...And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers
How loud will you cheer the soldiers marching them on
The rich stay rich and the poor die off quietly
And the power remains the same
(I am of the new revolution)
Resonates in all of us as we dance like suckers
In blind delusion, kissing the master's ring
Sacrifice ourselves and others to their charm
We cheer with every bomb blast ripping through every village
Mourning parents of disemboweled children
We spit in their faces; we laugh in their faces
Kill yourself with a noose of your own device
Strangle off the flowers and leave the thorns to fight
Let the peasants eat shit, they're surely used to it
Our lives go on...And when the next group of unfortunates get their turn at the gas chambers
How loud will you cheer the soldiers marching them on
The rich stay rich and the poor die off quietly
And the power remains the same
(I am of the new revolution)
Writer: CHAD ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATT KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY