(On this day I plant my flag)
(I plant my feet)
(I root my breath)

No looking back
So what you looking for
Well, I knew that
But what I mean is
These are things that are owed to you
These are things that are owed to you
There should be open doors to you
And if you ever feel
That there are systems against you

We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems

A kid throws a rock at a tank
It's just a rock
What is it against a tank
But it's not the size of the rock
It's the precision

We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
We destroy those systems
With precision

(This is just another day)
(The headline read)
(900 dead)
(Not one name given)
(Though all given names at birth)
(A question of worth)
(And I was one of them again)
(Some lives are meaningless, they said)
(Not numbered)
(Still dead)
(To be amongst the counted)
(Is to leverage your worth)
(The truth hurst)
(To have grown bored)
(Bored)
(Bored)
(Of evil)