Track Four Songtext
von Pop Evil

A nation, no ignition
No excuses, flip and learn
Shut the [?]
This is the point of no return

It′s a mixed sight, try and sleep tight
Let your nightmare show you the way
You're a victim, go convict them
You′re always selling that same, that same

Old bullshit, bite the bullet
Without a vote no voice to complain
Rolling over, is it over
4 years till another campaign

They supply, we demand
To win our breads
Sustain the pain
Of way more bloodshed


There are no sidelines here
It's just a battle now
Starve the mind in the classroom
To feed the same cash cow
Movements come and movements go
Until we lose control
It's life or death, do they want more
It′s the art of war

Broken, rip me open
Consequences, no concerns
Revolution, no emotion
This is the point of no return

It′s a mixed sight, it's a dark fight
Let the torment chase you away
No condition, just submission
They′re always laying a [?]

In that same old coffin, way too often
Without a voice they keep us contained
Send him over, never over
Standing still and nothing to gain

They supply, we demand
To win our breads
Sustain the pain
Of way more bloodshed


There are no sidelines here
It's just a battle now
Starve the mind in the classroom
To feed the same cash cow
Movements come and movements go
Until we lose control
It′s life or death, do they want more
It's the art of war

There are no sidelines here
It′s just a battle now
Starve the mind in the classroom
To feed the same cash cow
Movements come and movements go
Until we lose control
It's life or death, do they want more
It's the art of war

Fuel the fire, ignite the flame
The art of war
Fuel the fire, ignite the flame
The art of war

It′s the art of war
It′s the art of war
It's the art of war
It′s the art of war