Extinction (curtain call)

The knees are swelling
From your beatings and your killer machine,
The lights dim, the curtains close,
The whiplash, another shot to the stomach,
The veins punctured, now the blood erupts
Spilling and bubbling all over the floor,
The hand swollen, fingers chopped
A nervous reaction, families hiding under their homes,
A fire burning inside: all this pain,
The knees bruised, broken,
Swollen by your unecessary beatings,
A harsh time with the American dreamin'.

A curtain call,
Here come the forces swarming in,
A bullet through the hearts of a million,
Distinction of the poverty in this world,
With a semi-automatic, this is extinction,
A trigger-to-heart lesson,
The red, white and blue now inverted,
The hearts of the 52 stars seem to disappear,
Here comes extinction.