Motherland Lyrics - Face Down

Red angels dance on lips 

As my mother burns for your sadistic trips 

I can turn the vision away 

But the image persists it won't go away 

You preach like prophets but you say it wrong 

You fan the flames of battles born 

You think you're right and you're posed to fight 

You burn the blood so you should loose the right 

You hold her up and you lie some more 

That you're not holding what you're fighting for 

Your solution to the constitution 

Shows a lack of conviction to your contradiction 

Red angels dance on lips 

As my mother burns for your sadistic trips 

I can turn the vision away 

The image persists that's been the way 

So I pose to you a question of faith 

Would you kill your mother despite her disgrace 

Tear down the walls of values gone 

Then fan the flames and feed upon