Who can deny The violence of the policies
we decry Inflicted against innocents who defy
The deep lies of our socom time?
Who can deny the crimes Committed
for line after line of nickel and dime
To the rhythm and rhyme of bullets and mines
Broken by our enemy's cries?
Nades explode to the ground so the sound Of the soul
that implodes is heard, learned,
and told Far before their guns reload
we must break a new mold And capture in rapture
the conscience of our bold
And make good of our Bloodline brotherhood
that is ours by our enemy's
powerless faces turn sour when We roar:
