Mercy Letra

in which we wallow,
to better this country,
where there is no hope.
How can we stand for such treason?
Have mercy on the thousands of lifeless bodies murdered for their money, the power, the greed.
The home of the brave is crumbling at the foundations,
leaving us on our knees,
desperate, sickened at the sight of the red the white and blue

(Fuck your traditions)