Sick Communion - Rebel Injection

Rotten streets, broken glass in my teeth Steel-toed fury stomping down the weak Handcuffs rust, their chains can’t bind Junkie saints of the outlaw mind Bleeding lungs cough gasoline fire We choke on smoke but still climb higher Knives in our backs, scars in our skin This is the sermon, rebellion begins Inject rebellion in your veins Rebel against the grain Bloodied knuckle change We are what tomorrow brings Syringe of rage, bite down and grin Shoot the system straight in the skin Authority shivers, the empire cracks When the sick and the starving rise and attack Rust-stained halos, addicts crowned kings Crowds screaming hymns as the death bell rings Nail the laws to a burning cross Every martyr a weapon they thought they lost Inject rebellion in your veins Rebel against the grain Bloodied knuckle change We are what tomorrow brings Chains—break— Walls—shake— Poison—flow— The sickness grows! Inject! Bent needles rust, rebellion remains Carved in scars, tattooed in pain The future bleeds, a violent spring And we are what tomorrow brings