Hate Speech
Connor Haines, Michael Demko, Eli Truitt
Militia
You're coming undone
I swear to fucking God
In 2036 I’m running for president and my first order of business is
Crash land your ego trip
Pocket full of dead heads and a head full of shit
Fuck it
You have no control
Preaching hate speech
like a dead beat
You all refuse to grow
We’ll leave your body
on the concrete
You're a fucking disease
Scars in their arms from a dogs teeth
You're not helping anyone
This progress is coming undone
You're not helping anyone
This progress is coming
Undone
You’re coming undone
No spine
Always caught in a lie
I’ll show you how it feels to fear for your life
Heavy hands bare the torch
Innocent lives are reborn
Mass graves for entire generations
Bullet holes in the heads of our nation
You're coming undone