Stand up

The curtains calling again
Your tempers ticking down
It’s nearly time to begin to

Enflame

Your timely mortal sin
You’ve had this bottled up and now its time to give in

Cos we all need someone to blame
2 MINUTES OF HATE
Point the finger name and shame
2 MINUTES OF HATE

So let the ink boil in your veins
Written in blood on the page

Draw up the cross hairs
Take your aim
2 minutes
2 MINUTES OF HATE
2 MINUTES OF HATE
2 MINUTES A DAY
Where do I begin?

The novel writing machines
Regurgitating enemies
Any remedy for your agenda or your smokescreen
You
Give infame to a pedestal
Nickname it unforgettable

Like if we’re choking on your slogans
You can, I don’t know…
Keep us alive

If we bury the migrants
You can keep us alive

But Whatever we say Whatever box we tick
You’ll put your drones in the sky
And take your aim, prick

So let the ink boil in your veins
Written in blood on the page
Draw up the cross hairs
Take your aim

2 minutes
2 MINUTES OF HATE

We’re just the messengers
We’re just the messengers

We’re just the messenger
They’re the authors of your pain
Go hang on your fucking puppet strings
I’m sorry
I’m not thinking
I’m under your control

So let the ink boil in your veins
Written in blood on the page
Draw up the cross hairs
Take your aim

2 minutes
2 MINUTES OF HATE

2 MINUTES OF HATE
2 minutes a day

They’re the authors of your pain
Now enrage
Enrage