Now youve got something to die for, Imperial lust for blood, a blind crusade apocolyptic, we count the days bombs to set the people free blood to feed the dollar tree Flages or coffins on the screen oil for the machine Army of liberation,gunpoint, indoctrination the fires of sedation fullfill the prophcy Now you've got something to die for Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters fill the pyre stoke the flame of the empire Live to die another day Face of hypocracy, raping democracy Apocolyptic, we count the days We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our grave and drug the rest down with us the burning home of the brave Burn Now you've got something to die for