Other men's fear strengthens you

As you march the streets

With hatred in your eyes

With combat boots and battle dress

All for the cause, strict in line



"Our country for our people" is what you claim

But who are our people?

Who decides whether one is scum

Or a fine example of our god fearing society,

You maybe?



Well if you are our future

There will be no place for me

I despise your ideas

And your clenched fist doesn't impress me

I won't feel sorry for you

You chose what you wanted to be

But I hope I don't live to see that day

No, not for me