The Ink and the Quill Songtext
von Anti‐Flag

The water turned black
And it′s just getting darker
So be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

The non-Christian theocrats
Pray on a Sunday afternoon
Then welcome in Pinochet's men
To intimidate and kill

All that we know
All we know

Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare


So filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication
There′s nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction
Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill
We are the hidden fist of the free market
We are the ink, we are the quill

What have you learned through the years?
What have you learned from your fears?

Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Water tastes like arsenic
Feel it pumping, coursing in your blood
Your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe
Room spinning, kiss your ass goodbye

Now you're off, you′ve been taken on a ride
We′ve been sold, been sold a bill of lies
A bill of lies


(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be afraid, be afraid)
(Be very afraid) of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid of the coming nightmare

Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid (oh, no)
Be afraid, be afraid
Be very afraid

There's a storm cloud gathering overhead (oh, no)
Ominous, black, reigning hell (oh, no)
When it drops jackboot down on your streets (oh, no)
You′re gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth

Built on a corporate welfare scam (oh, no)
Rumsfeld doctrine stealing wealth (oh, no)
Profit′s so saccharine sweet (oh, no)
The Wall Street bankers weep

As the storm gains strength
The aging levees break
The ancient ground does quake
And your lungs fill with your spineless apathy