The Honor System - Eyebrow Of The Cobra lyrics

Introducing the new code of honor

It's black and white

Question muted by the gun in your mouth

Principles standardized

You disarm yourself- when you pointed the gun

Turn it back at yourself- it's the only possibly outcome

Yes, sir! Is the catchphrase of the year

We've taken backseats, let them steer

And the anchorman informs, these are the wages of sin

Yeah, it's glory bombing

The snake's uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom

Its violent serum

Hate preachers, newspapers, Pennsylvania pick up truck

They've got you hooked

You disarmed yourself- when you shot your gun

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth but only half a truth

Yes, sir! It's the anthem of the year

Hatred contaminated tears

The anchorman declares, these are the wages of sin

Yeah, it's glory bombing

The snakes uncoiled itself, now it's spitting venom

Violent serum