Systems Lyrics - Urge Overkill

There's a war, there's a clash of sorts 

Dead ahead 

It's foreign but it's real 

Knock, knock, knock 

There it sits taxing every move 

Your world son 

So either get your gun or clean theirs 

With the neck of your ego on the chopping block 

Sugar memories bring you back to a time when 

Your loudest care was a high chair 

Not a number or a name for you to make 

This is it 'cause luck moved out last week 

No more camp 

So shine your saber well 

Before you kill a panzer tank with it 

Like you told everyone you would 

Good bye 

Bend and spread or be dead with no history 

So live for the luxuries 

Cause you can't be a person with your head iced off.