Survivalism

I should have listened to her, so hard to keep control
We kept on eating, but our bloated belly's still not full
She gave us all she had, but we went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs, our mother nature is a whore

I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan
I got survivalism

Hypnotic sound of sirens echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies

I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan
I got survivalism

All bruised and broken, bleeding
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just keep on walking
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance
I'm sure you'll understand

I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan
I got survivalism

(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)
(You got your pacifism)
(I got survivalism)

(I got survivalism)