Ghostlimb Espionage

They say its 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 gaurds, 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
[ Espionage Lyrics ]