| Song | For Us or Against Us |
| Artist | Dying Fetus |
| Album | Destroy the Opposition |
| 作曲 : Netherton, Voyles | |
| Turn your back and take a look at what the world is really like. | |
| What is there for you and | |
| I? (Nothing short of suicide) | |
| Burn the candle at both ends, the options growing few. | |
| Something's wrong, don't pretend (you must now decide) | |
| Mounting pressure, social breakdown a dying planet, revolution, mass uprising, we're begging for it. | |
| Live for us, or live for them the worker is the key. shut outside, with no defense (from factory to burning fields). | |
| Sweat and blood, for days and years hours wasted still, more to life than wealth and war? (what is left for them to kill?) | |
| The force of life, is dead of thirst golden years have turned to rust, our spirits crushed, our bodies bleed, our throats are cut. | |
| And dreams of better times have turned to dust. | |
| For the last time, can you **** off an die? | |
| You made this world, and killed it. | |
| So rich that your cash has made you blind, you don't give a **** about us. | |
| My patience is too thin to try. | |
| Your kind was made to suffer, by the powers we hold in time. | |
| Your life will soon be over. | |
| Our lives determined by the system's needs, lost inside its cold machinery. | |
| ****ed for life, 慶ause the base is paved. | |
| We whore ourselves out for a daily wage. | |
| Laughing at the children by their feet, their greed can turn such innocence to meat. | |
| So contract signed, and with no mind to feed, the masses slave it while the masters feast. | |
| The sources of their lies, are hidden in the past | |
| The essence of the truth, lies dead in the aftermath. | |
| Find another way, before the cause is lost | |
| Pull yourself up, and we'll fight together. | |
| With us or not, there are no in-betweens | |
| Try and think fast, or you won't be breathing. | |
| From this point, the only way is up | |
| Time is running out, the door is slamming shut. | |
| The burden of a cost, may be too much | |
| It takes a lot of lives, just to break the cycle. | |
| It takes a lot of hate, and takes a lot of luck the sooner it's all done, we can finally say we're free | |
| Burning, our consciousness. | |
| The fire is spreading. | |
| The challenge is waiting... |
| zuò qǔ : Netherton, Voyles | |
| Turn your back and take a look at what the world is really like. | |
| What is there for you and | |
| I? Nothing short of suicide | |
| Burn the candle at both ends, the options growing few. | |
| Something' s wrong, don' t pretend you must now decide | |
| Mounting pressure, social breakdown a dying planet, revolution, mass uprising, we' re begging for it. | |
| Live for us, or live for them the worker is the key. shut outside, with no defense from factory to burning fields. | |
| Sweat and blood, for days and years hours wasted still, more to life than wealth and war? what is left for them to kill? | |
| The force of life, is dead of thirst golden years have turned to rust, our spirits crushed, our bodies bleed, our throats are cut. | |
| And dreams of better times have turned to dust. | |
| For the last time, can you off an die? | |
| You made this world, and killed it. | |
| So rich that your cash has made you blind, you don' t give a about us. | |
| My patience is too thin to try. | |
| Your kind was made to suffer, by the powers we hold in time. | |
| Your life will soon be over. | |
| Our lives determined by the system' s needs, lost inside its cold machinery. | |
| ed for life, qìng ause the base is paved. | |
| We whore ourselves out for a daily wage. | |
| Laughing at the children by their feet, their greed can turn such innocence to meat. | |
| So contract signed, and with no mind to feed, the masses slave it while the masters feast. | |
| The sources of their lies, are hidden in the past | |
| The essence of the truth, lies dead in the aftermath. | |
| Find another way, before the cause is lost | |
| Pull yourself up, and we' ll fight together. | |
| With us or not, there are no inbetweens | |
| Try and think fast, or you won' t be breathing. | |
| From this point, the only way is up | |
| Time is running out, the door is slamming shut. | |
| The burden of a cost, may be too much | |
| It takes a lot of lives, just to break the cycle. | |
| It takes a lot of hate, and takes a lot of luck the sooner it' s all done, we can finally say we' re free | |
| Burning, our consciousness. | |
| The fire is spreading. | |
| The challenge is waiting... |