Texty: Briggs (The). Come All You Madmen. Bloody Minds.

Once again I?m armed to the teeth
with matches and gasoline.
Within this dying industry they?ve made,
as forgiving as a razor blade.
I mean seriously, you think I?m joking,
you think I?m fucking around?
Well capitalism is the way of our land,
you can?t sell glasses to a blind man.

Well I tread through these dangerous waters,
the storm is about to blow.
Why do I make such foolish decisions,
I fed my common sense to the wolves years ago.
The unforgiving sea, tosses us back and forth,
I pray for solid ground.
But this ship is mine so muster all of your might
?cause I?m not going down without a fight.

Modern times of bloody minds
fall in, fall in or get out.
Modern times of bloody minds
fall in, fall in or get out.

You slaughtered all your possibilities,
your options are running low.
Your life is caving in all around you,
but still you don?t take control.
I mean seriously, you must be joking,
quit fucking around.
When you wage war on your consciousness
you?re bound to drown.

[Chorus:]
Modern times of bloody minds,
fall in, fall in or get out.
Modern times of bloody minds,
fall in, fall in or get out.
Modern times of bloody minds,
don?t think everything I say is true.
I might be just an asshole
maybe it?s just a phase I?m going through.

Well let?s say, within this probable fall and demise,
they tried to strengthen the laws,
but there?s no faith in the law.
Let?s say, well maybe just for the sake of this song,
we stood up for our rights for the sake of our words.

[Chorus x2]