Motherland Lyrics - Face Down (US)

Motherland
Red angels dance on lip
As my mother burns for your sadistic trip
I can turn the vision awa
But the image persists it won't go awa
You preach like prophets but you say it wron
You fan the flames of battles bor
You think you're right and you're posed to figh
You burn the blood so you should loose the righ
You hold her up and you lie some mor
That you're not holding what you're fighting fo
Your solution to the constitutio
Shows a lack of conviction to your contradictio
Red angels dance on lip
As my mother burns for your sadistic trip
I can turn the vision awa
The image persists that's been the wa
So I pose to you a question of fait
Would you kill your mother despite her disgrac
Tear down the walls of values gon
Then fan the flames and feed upon