Text: Front Line Assembly. Epitaph. Conscience.

Get up, do what you want
Before, before it's too late
Don't, don't worry yourself
Of others I don't think

Kick down the door
To hell for more
Severe injections, a lethal dose
Kick down the door
To hell with poverty
Clench your fist and shout at them all

Its just a lost cause

Clenched, clenched fisted shout
We're souls, souls in ignorance

Break, break all the windows
Shout deliverance
Break all the doors
Innocent victim
Do what you want