I. E. D.

No future, no life
No sunshine, no rights
No possessions, no sight
No expression, final fight

The anger I feel
Rips through my veins
This hate and delusion
Drives me insane

Beg for mercy
Beg for strife
Beg for tomorrow
Beg for sight

War, a call to arms
War, beat the drums
Was a call to arms
War, beat the drums

No future, no life
No sunshine, no rights
No possessions, no sight
No expression, final fight