| Highly medicated, society sedated | 
| They keep you where they want you | 
| And watch you when they need to | 
| They sell you education | 
| That dictates your occupation | 
| Controlling what they feed you | 
| So they know how old you live to | 
| Brainwashed to believe them | 
| When they tell you that you need them | 
| Obsessed with biased media | 
| That exists just to deceive us | 
| Maniacal voices | 
| That drip feed you your choices | 
| Then send you to the front line | 
| While they kick back with their fine wine | 
| Form an orderly queue for the grave | 
| There’s a lesson to learn here | 
| As we’re lead to our death just like slaves | 
| We should return here | 
| There’s a reason to fight and survive | 
| At the crack of the whip | 
| Come together and reclaim your lives | 
| And burn the ships | 
| The man with the gun in his hand | 
| Refused to listen, put his head in the sand | 
| The masses woke and started to plan | 
| To override them and take back the land | 
| A million strong, downtrodden too long | 
| Took up the challenge to right all the wrong | 
| A plan was hatched and soldiers dispatched | 
| We burn the ships 'cos we only attack | 
| The man with the gun in his hand | 
| Refused to listen, put his head in the sand | 
| The masses woke and started to plan | 
| To override them and take back the land | 
| A million strong, downtrodden too long | 
| Took up the challenge to right all the wrong | 
| A plan was hatched and soldiers dispatched | 
| We burned the ships 'cos we only attack | 
| Form an orderly queue for the grave | 
| There’s a lesson to learn here | 
| As we’re lead to our death just like slaves | 
| We should return here | 
| There’s a reason to fight and survive | 
| At the crack of the whip | 
| Come together and reclaim your lives | 
| And burn the ships |