What's In Style

How can I sleep, with this warfare? All left to weep, in this bomb scare. All hell, is breaking loose. Angels fell, so ready the noose. In this country, we're all to fail. So much animosity, right on our tail. Should we try anarchy, that'll do the trick. It's you and me, we'll make 'em sick. Kick in their heads, rebel to no control. The snake skin sheds, so they'll pay the toll. We'll take on the Fed's, we'll sell our soul. They'll die in their beds, hearts black as coal. What's in style, should we be communists? We'll stand on trial, and read off the list. They'll be in denial, as we chain their wrists. We tried it with peace, but that didn't work. Gunfire will never cease, for Death'll always lurk.