Family built of blood and rust nfind a place because we mustnshelter our heads from the poisoned wind nsquat or rot with the rest of our kin nnPetrified tounges twisted and tied nreciting your ridiculous lies and ntheir minds a figment of itself ntheir hearts are relics on the shelf nnThe keepers of the spoils that leech of others toilnspilling blood for oilnthese seeds are oursnA gala for Eris, lady of our chaosnchildren carve altars to you in your skinnnUn-Warlike in our way of mindnwe are bound to rouse and risenthose who still endure the shamnall of the orphans of our Uncle Sam nand they're raised inerudite nscorned from birthnthey do the job better for half what they're worthnand their backs are broken but their hearts are purenSo leave your ego at the doornnThe tenders of the soil aren't loyal to the royal nthe bubbles reached a boilnthese seeds are oursnWe'll take what we grewnwe didn't plant it for younWork for once cause these seeds are oursnnWrinkled fists secure the right to discernnwhich to to keep and witch to burnnand you see the world through onyx eyesnwatch the world flip on it's side nnanswering...nanswering...nNo!...nanswering...nNo!nnFamily built of blood and rustnfind a place because we mustnshelter our heads from the poisoned windsnsquat or rot with the rest of our kindnnanswering...nanswering...nNo!...nansweringnNo!nncalm sooner or later later calmn