Anti Flag Ink And The Quill (be Afraid) Lyrics

Ink And The Quill (be Afraid) Lyrics

The water turned black and it's just getting darker

So be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare

The Neo-Christian Theocrats pray on a Sunday afternoon

Then welcome in Pinochet's men to intimidate to kill

All that we know, all we know



Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare



So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication

There's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping

We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction



Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill

We are the hidden fist of the free market

We are the ink, we are the quill

What have you learned through the years?

What have you learned from your fears?



Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare



Water tastes like arsenic, feel it pumping coursing in your blood

Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe

Room spinning, kiss your ass goodbye

Now you're off, you've been taken on a ride

We've been sold, been sold a bill of lies, a bill of lies



Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare



Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid, be afraid, be afraid

Be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid



There's a storm cloud gathering overhead ominous, black, reigning hell

When it drops jackboot down on your streets

You're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth

Built on a corporate welfare scam, rums field doctrine stealing wealth

Profits so saccharine sweet, the wall street bankers weep



As the storm gains strength the aging levees break

The ancient ground does quake

And your lungs fill with your spineless apathy