Hey you, Yeah you, 
You who makes the guns, 
You who makes the pain, 
You who gets the pleasure, 
Of driving me insane, 
I see through your plot, 
I see your plan, 
You intend to take the life, 
Of many a man, 
Well let me tell you, 
So that you shall see, 
Even if you kill him, 
Man would be free, 
For his soul shall live on, 
In his land, 
While you become worthless, 
As the dirt on which you stand, 
You cannot kill his soul, 
As you would soon find, 
It will live on forever, 
In many a mind, 
And freedom shall be theirs, 
There is no doubt, 
They won't even need your guns, 
To take you out! 

Look at your minds,
Just look at you,
They're over corrupted,
and deviant through

Look at your souls,
Just look at you,
They're full of hate,
And violence too

Look at the World'
Just look at you,
The day would come,
When you're paid your due.