Thank You Budd Dwyer - Fit For An Autopsy

How the fuck did it come to this?

What makes an honest man hate this town?

Last letters lost in the abyss

Just a spark without a sound

What are we left with in the end?

Poverty and no self worth

Bleeding for a shed of redemption

As the hate turns to hurt

And all we love

And all the purest things we hold dear

Will turn to dust an disappear

Sins of our forefathers

Cast down to the sons

Pave the way for victims and villains

Fractured by fraud

Governed by none

Do you feel save?

Do you feel free?

Do you feel discarded by a two-faced society?

The system is dead

Gun to my head

I’ve got the way out

What are we left with in the end?

Poverty and no self worth

Bleeding for a shed of redemption

As the hate turns to hurt

And all we love

And all the purest things we hold dear

Will turn to dust an disappear

Sins of our forefathers

Cast down to the sons

Pave the way for victims and villains

Fractured by fraud

Governed by none

Do you feel save?

Do you feel free?

Hang a flag half-mast for me

If it makes you feel better, but know

The system is dead

Gun to my head

I’ve got the way out

So watch and learn you fucking coward

This will hurt someone