No Warning Songtext

von Anti-Flag

The call...The call...Heed up and you will fail. No Warning. I write in white on the black block. No Warning. Time bomb contemporaries' tick-tock. This is Critical Mass Destruction. Pro-active Communista sin documentos. The anarchist conspirators are downloading their cookbooks. Keep your politics out of my apathy. It's just the same sad and boring, melancholy story. I am parasite. I am a hypocrite. It's not an option to be pragmatic. We live and die by opinion public. There is no room to grow inside this cage. They cannot know the animal that they bred out of rage. I heard that fucker's hungry and he loves the taste of flesh. Ripped from the bone of the close-minded, ignorant.