Hold your pride, be soon to subside
With the precious lie of our Bligh
We know better we’re protectors
So watch them bleed
Take no knee
Become our vector
Be the spectre
Of our violent ambitions
We accept no submission
No quarter, no peace
No life in the East
Rolling tanks through the banks
Missiles reign, bodies in pain
Skeletal structures
Corpses in rupture
The machines churn
Whilst the children burn
We lack the yearn
To cause a turn
But to the West
We keep our nest
Cower behind material
But our conscience is ethereal
We know better
Accepting only pleasure
Ignoring the truth
Practicing our couth
Censoring our words
We follow the herds
So we can assure
Total domination
Of our Nation