Face Down Lyrics
"Motherland"

Red angels dance on lipsAs my mother burns for your
sadistic tripsI can turn the vision awayBut the image
persists it won't go awayYou preach like prophets but
you say it wrongYou fan the flames of battles bornYou
think you're right and you're posed to fightYou burn
the blood so you should loose the rightYou hold her
up and you lie some moreThat you're not holding what
you're fighting forYour solution to the constitutionShows
a lack of conviction to your contradictionRed angels
dance on lipsAs my mother burns for your sadistic tripsI
can turn the vision awayThe image persists that's been
the waySo I pose to you a question of faithWould you
kill your mother despite her disgraceTear down the
walls of values goneThen fan the flames and feed upon