These martyrs seek no adoration 

No promises of god's salvation 

They kicked the ladder from beneath their feet 

They hung the heroes 

You've got to watch your back 

You've got to swallow fear 

Cover your tracks, or you might disappear 

They found the words to speak unspeakable things 

They struck the air from the chests of kings 

If you were caught between the devil and the deep blue sea 

Would you run and hide? Or stand for what you believe? 

Maybe Orwell was right all along 

They think this spells the end, it's only just begun 

If you find your feet, you can eclipse the sun 

Swear that you won't forget 

Tell the rats to get back in the gutter. We'll be watching, we're always watching 

You try to stamp them out 

You'll only fan the flames 

This is for all the snakes: Fuck you 

So hold your forked tongues 

You've got us spitting nails 

I'm gonna to say it straight. Fuck you.