Blankfile Roadkill
Wave the flag of chauvinistic propaganda
Oblivious to what my actions mean, in the end
I'm always standing all alone with a blood on my hands
Resentment you instilled in me
Force me to obey your every wish
Making ground
Losing breaks
Trade a life for a war hero's epitaph
Blindfolds across my eyes, I'm guided by faith
I'm faced with a loaded barrel
Archetypes of fallen angels
Choose the god and stick the label
Ready to fall
I'm a dog that is running for a bone
Another king who's been dethroned
Insane or sober
Is there a difference (anymore)?
Head to head, we're toe to toe
Watch me die in my own show
And when it's over
One word will justify my fall
Can't seem to realize that I'm a pawn in a game
Where all the moves have been played out
I can't react while all the events unfold before my eyes
Another grain in the sands of time
Another unit of the government production line
Between the black and red
I'm converging where the circles end
Where I'm faced with all of my regrets
Deceived to think my fall has purpose
A better future, a glorious past
Someone has been pulling my strings
I'm digging my own grave
I'm digging my own grave
Not a hero, just a working cell
Digging my own grave
The system will carry on
Without me
I'm a dog that is running for a bone
Another king who's been dethroned
Insane or sober
Is there a difference (anymore)?
Head to head, we're toe to toe
Watch me die in my own show
And when it's over
I will be peeled of the road
