Espionage Lyrics & Chords By Ghostlimb

They say it's the blood you shed
But no one wants to die
for triviality
and emotionless
ideology

While patriots act
They mourn contest to their rule
Red guards, basij, and plain clothes
Police add their flames to a dormant fuel
They rat you out and turn you in

They cut you down before you have a chance
Survey, patrol, conceal, control