| Song | Destroy the Opposition |
| Artist | Dying Fetus |
| Album | Destroy the Opposition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gallagher, Netherton | |
| Who does the earth belong to? | |
| The human termites spreading lies. | |
| The people have to make a decision, | |
| but they're too busy dying to try and realize. | |
| Who controls their future, | |
| and money flows above their heads. | |
| Just give them all a chance to make contact, | |
| and the last ones shall rise up to seek revenge. | |
| There was a time, when the weak would suffer. | |
| The ones in power would crush all who dissent. | |
| Just look around, because nothing's changed. | |
| No longer kings, they wear a suit and tie. | |
| Those who survive, have no conviction | |
| Just follow trends, until they're born again. | |
| So who will live, and who will die? | |
| It's up to us to carry on the fight. | |
| Rising up, from the ashes to the challenge. | |
| Face to face, it's not too late to start resisting. | |
| All around; we have a chance to change the world. | |
| Believe in us, tomorrow's dreams are fire in our blood. | |
| Bred to buy, not to think. | |
| Tell more lies, make them weak. | |
| Nothing's real, except the mindset you've created. | |
| To the left, avoid the path that they've been paving. | |
| Mainstream lies, unleashed through waves that mold behavior. | |
| We've had enough, their greedy ****ing system's going down. | |
| Bred to buy, not to think. | |
| Tell more lies, make them weak. | |
| Without hesitation, I will kick the TV in. | |
| Sick of all these ****ers with their Prozac grins. | |
| Always selling shit, that no one wants or needs. | |
| Choking up the planet with their get rich schemes. | |
| A mediated world, what a sick reality. | |
| Wake the **** up, smell the shit, then you will see. | |
| What's good for them isn't good for everyone | |
| The future starts now, for a past yet to come. | |
| Just ask them one question, | |
| and they'll tell you fifteen lies. | |
| They're Judas, Hitler, Stalin, and Brutus | |
| all combined. | |
| The world is false-constructed, | |
| just to satisfy their needs. | |
| If we keep obeying orders, | |
| we're like lambs to the slaughter for their feast. | |
| Handed down, the final call. | |
| Rise to fight, destroy them all. | |
| It's too late to accomodate. | |
| The game is lost, because no one is thinking. | |
| Born with a chance to facilitate, | |
| The end of a time that's defined by hypocrisy. | |
| Just like rats, they will multiply, | |
| and run with the pack without ever seeing. | |
| Out of the womb to be crucified, | |
| we challenge the doctrine they've been preaching. |
| zuo qu : Gallagher, Netherton | |
| Who does the earth belong to? | |
| The human termites spreading lies. | |
| The people have to make a decision, | |
| but they' re too busy dying to try and realize. | |
| Who controls their future, | |
| and money flows above their heads. | |
| Just give them all a chance to make contact, | |
| and the last ones shall rise up to seek revenge. | |
| There was a time, when the weak would suffer. | |
| The ones in power would crush all who dissent. | |
| Just look around, because nothing' s changed. | |
| No longer kings, they wear a suit and tie. | |
| Those who survive, have no conviction | |
| Just follow trends, until they' re born again. | |
| So who will live, and who will die? | |
| It' s up to us to carry on the fight. | |
| Rising up, from the ashes to the challenge. | |
| Face to face, it' s not too late to start resisting. | |
| All around we have a chance to change the world. | |
| Believe in us, tomorrow' s dreams are fire in our blood. | |
| Bred to buy, not to think. | |
| Tell more lies, make them weak. | |
| Nothing' s real, except the mindset you' ve created. | |
| To the left, avoid the path that they' ve been paving. | |
| Mainstream lies, unleashed through waves that mold behavior. | |
| We' ve had enough, their greedy ing system' s going down. | |
| Bred to buy, not to think. | |
| Tell more lies, make them weak. | |
| Without hesitation, I will kick the TV in. | |
| Sick of all these ers with their Prozac grins. | |
| Always selling shit, that no one wants or needs. | |
| Choking up the planet with their get rich schemes. | |
| A mediated world, what a sick reality. | |
| Wake the up, smell the shit, then you will see. | |
| What' s good for them isn' t good for everyone | |
| The future starts now, for a past yet to come. | |
| Just ask them one question, | |
| and they' ll tell you fifteen lies. | |
| They' re Judas, Hitler, Stalin, and Brutus | |
| all combined. | |
| The world is falseconstructed, | |
| just to satisfy their needs. | |
| If we keep obeying orders, | |
| we' re like lambs to the slaughter for their feast. | |
| Handed down, the final call. | |
| Rise to fight, destroy them all. | |
| It' s too late to accomodate. | |
| The game is lost, because no one is thinking. | |
| Born with a chance to facilitate, | |
| The end of a time that' s defined by hypocrisy. | |
| Just like rats, they will multiply, | |
| and run with the pack without ever seeing. | |
| Out of the womb to be crucified, | |
| we challenge the doctrine they' ve been preaching. |
| zuò qǔ : Gallagher, Netherton | |
| Who does the earth belong to? | |
| The human termites spreading lies. | |
| The people have to make a decision, | |
| but they' re too busy dying to try and realize. | |
| Who controls their future, | |
| and money flows above their heads. | |
| Just give them all a chance to make contact, | |
| and the last ones shall rise up to seek revenge. | |
| There was a time, when the weak would suffer. | |
| The ones in power would crush all who dissent. | |
| Just look around, because nothing' s changed. | |
| No longer kings, they wear a suit and tie. | |
| Those who survive, have no conviction | |
| Just follow trends, until they' re born again. | |
| So who will live, and who will die? | |
| It' s up to us to carry on the fight. | |
| Rising up, from the ashes to the challenge. | |
| Face to face, it' s not too late to start resisting. | |
| All around we have a chance to change the world. | |
| Believe in us, tomorrow' s dreams are fire in our blood. | |
| Bred to buy, not to think. | |
| Tell more lies, make them weak. | |
| Nothing' s real, except the mindset you' ve created. | |
| To the left, avoid the path that they' ve been paving. | |
| Mainstream lies, unleashed through waves that mold behavior. | |
| We' ve had enough, their greedy ing system' s going down. | |
| Bred to buy, not to think. | |
| Tell more lies, make them weak. | |
| Without hesitation, I will kick the TV in. | |
| Sick of all these ers with their Prozac grins. | |
| Always selling shit, that no one wants or needs. | |
| Choking up the planet with their get rich schemes. | |
| A mediated world, what a sick reality. | |
| Wake the up, smell the shit, then you will see. | |
| What' s good for them isn' t good for everyone | |
| The future starts now, for a past yet to come. | |
| Just ask them one question, | |
| and they' ll tell you fifteen lies. | |
| They' re Judas, Hitler, Stalin, and Brutus | |
| all combined. | |
| The world is falseconstructed, | |
| just to satisfy their needs. | |
| If we keep obeying orders, | |
| we' re like lambs to the slaughter for their feast. | |
| Handed down, the final call. | |
| Rise to fight, destroy them all. | |
| It' s too late to accomodate. | |
| The game is lost, because no one is thinking. | |
| Born with a chance to facilitate, | |
| The end of a time that' s defined by hypocrisy. | |
| Just like rats, they will multiply, | |
| and run with the pack without ever seeing. | |
| Out of the womb to be crucified, | |
| we challenge the doctrine they' ve been preaching. |