Voices Of Violence by Billy Talent

Don't wait for, a knight in shining armour
Your savior's, reflected in the mirror
These flowers, have grown from bloodstains on the ground!

Go rake the, leaves off your grass and my grave
The fact is, everyone bleeds when they shave
There's no use, so don't deny we're just the same!

We'll take it back!
Broken dagger, southern swagger
Voices of violence, voices of violence

These cowboys, will ride off in the sunset
Once their toys, have turned another profit
Back fire, their smoking guns will never rest!

Unleash the, skeletons from the closet
These strangers, are friends that you never met
They'll send them, sympathies with a hallmark card

We'll take it back!
Broken dagger, southern swagger
Voices of violence, voices of violence

Even after I'm dead and buried, I'll still remember, I'll still remember
Even after I'm dead and buried, I'll come back fighting!

We'll take it back!
Broken dagger, southern swagger
Voices of violence, voices of violence

Voices of violence will always be heard
Voices of violence, voices of violence
Voices of violence will always be heard
Voices of violence, voices of violence