Diehearted - Concrete Divide Lyrics

Tax the poor man to death
And they wonder why there's nothing left
Search his pockets for more
Just to feed their mouth of war

Your finger on the trigger
Waiting to blow us all away
Power, your power struggle
Hand me the shovel I'll dig that grave

Their corruption becomes their profession
Their profession becomes the infection

Your finger on the trigger
Waiting to blow us all away
Power, your power struggle
Hand me the shovel I'll dig that grave

I'll dig that grave

Twisted f*cking memories that rot
They rot
All mankind now it's shot
Its shot
Driven by your orders now we march
We march
Bound to all out violence guns discharge

Cobwebs in our minds
Making us all blind
False tales and perception
That manifest their disguise

All we know is nothing
Cause all they tell is lies
God or goddamn government
It's a Concrete Divide

So sick guts no glory
No solace tears are f*cking pouring
New daybreak brings more goring
New election same old story