Besedila: Petition. Demo. S.O.S..

The darkest clouds are rolling in
They cover us now, in lies and in sin
The storms awaiting to pull us down
Soldiers are sent to fulfill an unworthy crown
We've been cheated, lied to, kicked while we're down, We're giving in, we'll die for their vow
Death is pushin me into line
Taking my rights, and trying to take over my mind
No knock at the door, They choose to invade, and
Force me to fight in their war someone save me
Getting dark, I'm blinded, gun in my hand, I'm scared to death, they're putting blood on our hands. S.O.S