Head Chest Or Foot Lyrics

Head Chest Or Foot lyrics

Three choices. One bullet.

one trigger. Guess who

gets to pull it? One leader. One

thousand slaves. For every

throne there's one thousand 

graves. (give or take a grave)

You're all the same. Just part

of their machine. Perpetuate

their dream. They subsidize

your nightclubs and they

subsidize your malls. They 

herd and brand the masses 

within painted prison walls. 

Until your freedom of 

ASSEMBLY becomes the 

missiles they create or 

just mass delusion dancing 

to this music that you 

FUCKing hate.

  But I'm not the same. I'm

not part of your fucking

machine. I'll jeopordize

their dream.

  I'd rather be imprisoned in

a George Orwell-ian world,

then this pacified society

of happy boyz + gurlz.

I'd rather know my enemies

and let you know the same.

Whose windows to smash +

whose tires to slash +

where to point the FUCKing

blame.

  One future. Two choices:

Oppose them or let them 

destroy us