Lyrics

Sunrise, don't let them sneak you in the sun
Your days above the ground are gone
And here you wait for it to pass and
Then we'll come get you at last
The hour's come and we both know
That you must pay for what you've done

One nation under enslavement, we're making a rude awakening
Forefathers spinning in their graves, we've got to stop this fascist state (hate)

How nice, the streets would fill with justice born of all these apathetic thorns
And then you just might find we've been lied to the whole time
I cannot say I'm not surprised