Protest the hero piosenki

religion is killing all over the place everyone is striving to be the master race you fight for your freedom and you kill for peace but your whole damn cause is hypocrisy. how many more must die how long until we realize why must we all take sides what...

Don't ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes And hara-kiri heartbreak There's almost nothing worse than never being real Strained voices crying wolf...

Blood stained faces bodies torn apart. Tear stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge. Bearded men gun - toting men chanting praises to their god, screaming "Martyrs never Die." Is it true that a picture says a thousand words? or in our case i...

We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now And life never seems less vital and fragile With a heart that's beating louder than my own I wat...

Enemies of the khanate Strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter Heads will roll Heads will roll, and throats will be slit And blood will flow like springs of water Heads will roll To the rivers red, across the ochre steppe A thousand fathers killed, a t...

Thus now he knelt before the ruins, Cold of sweat and heat of flame, To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to its shame. Those who plundered, pillaged, pilfered lives would now accept the blame. He would find them all with a mighty vengeanc...

PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD! and its been killed by spiky haired kids that are being filled with the idea that the world is beautiful and free but they've been raised by ideologies Land Of The Free Don't want my balls owned by a private company what are you tr...

Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist Punch your grimaced face until every knuckle breaks And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure Attempting composure before a bullet in...

Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose, learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off His final sound a gurgle and a cough And his final words “the pendulum wore off” Stepped off a building to find concrete evidence, concrete evidence that h...

Without a word uttered A comparison is drawn. A distant future, a cluttered past Amid the stars. Vague yet persistent, Thought lacking consistency. Unwilling victim of farce. The loudest voices scream uninspired. Their numbers vast, their spirits stro...

This morning there are no rods or staffs To comfort you dressed as a target As you amble in your chains and stumble through The corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death In the prison's backyard where you'll give us your final breath Last night I s...

From the unrelenting beat of a pounding drum, come alive. From the ceasing breast of a wicked beast, we survive. In the hallowed marriage of sound and revolt, come anew. To the hollowed, disparaged - shed and molt, overdue. Splintering fingers, gore s...

And when the underworld's Best kept secrets Saw it's own reflection I knew things had finally changed For better or worse Whatever as always Midlife fires start to burn They burn down our worn protection I won't take pictures from their frame Whateve...

Take everything your parents taught you, throw it to the dogs It's the forgotten flesh of something dead, its blood drips from your jaws. Take everything your school has taught you, throw it to the dogs. It's the meat that dries in summer heat and reeks no...

Oh God! The sound they must have heard in the distance A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainsides, the cries of creatures crashing against cold rock, human voices heralding the hillside. Their bellows bou...

That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back She points her finger and she shows me what I lack Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in Her heartbreak on my skin and h...

Sleep still and silent Dream in stained glass scenes of violence Claim the song sung by the sirens Breath shallow and quietly Stand before the corpse of the crow Take up the blade that struck the final blow Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension Th...

They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty But tonight (Tonight we'll sleep as killers) I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies (As we break the cryptic, as we break the cryptic) In wine there's truth but in silence there's surr...

And so it starts from one impurity held in place by loveless security, always thrown around and beaten by squinted eyes that soon bear turned back, abstract views through broken bottles of brandy. I'm questioned all my life why I kept on saying that I...

Is anybody there? is anybody listenin? does anybody care? can you actually say that you don't give a shit about your future and I am scared to think that the world has been populated with dumb fucks and assholes that don't give a fuck afraid to stand...