Trap Them - All Hands on the Medic lyrics

Maybe the bombs look better from where you're standing Maybe the chronic fatigue and lifeless noon-times Are something you've been waiting for But i don't see it like that Taking harm for health and blood for tolls Your three piece isn't war paint And your polished vocabulary still doesn't get you to say what you want So i stole your students I gave them color in their faces and revolt in their steps Let them call out all of your officials with half truth blindfolds And gave them reason to strip all of your system failed defense Took all of your lab coats and handed them to the frozen faces In the dark alleys on these midwinter nights Lifted all your padlocked journals and plastered all the hidden antidotes On every billboard that boasts your names, Your cancers, your invasion techniques We offer shower for the victims Of your presence, your ultimate degradation This is final This is seizure