Arm Bleed

The blood won't flow my constricted veins

The rope around my neck

uncommitted crimes

The hand on my shoulder a solemn tone

Religion and death like a dog and a bone

Religion and state

make you really hate

Judge and jury make you an ingrate

Tried and convicted for being alive

Death to your spirit

death is alive

They hold your veins clenched in a fist

One wrong move brings a fatal twist

Night sticks keep you in a perfect line

A beating now and then helps prevent crime

Religion and state hold our puny fate

Change the rules on any given date

Tax you

bleed you

to survive they feed you

Draft you

kill you

make you feel a hero

Fill you up with lies

for them you will die

Filled with pride

on the flag you cry

In a distant war on a barren rock

You die for no reason

or you die for treason

Arm bleed

Arm bleed

Arm bleed

Arm bleed