Head? Chest? Or Foot? Lyrics

Three choices. One bullet.
one trigger. Guess who
gets to pull it? One leader. One
thousand slaves. For every
throne there's one thousand
graves. (give or take a grave)
You're all the same. Just part
of their machine. Perpetuate
their dream. They subsidize
your nightclubs and they
subsidize your malls. They
herd and brand the ma*ses
within painted prison walls.
Until your freedom of
a*sEMBLY becomes the
missiles they create or
just ma*s delusion dancing
to this music that you
f**king hate.
But I'm not the same. I'm
not part of your f**king
machine. I'll jeopordize
their dream.
I'd rather be imprisoned in
a George Orwell-ian world,
then this pacified society
of happy boyz + gurlz.
I'd rather know my enemies
and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash +
whose tires to slash +
where to point the f**king
blame.
One future. Two choices:
Oppose them or let them
destroy us.

Send Head? Chest? Or Foot? Ringtone to your Cell