Bow - Zeal & Ardor

Black cats showing up out of nowhere

Macbeth on heavy rotation

Hope dies at last and we don’t care

A young girl screams death to the nation

A Greek god on the back of a stallion

Coming up on a three-lane highway

Prepare for the death of a billion

Wake up at the end of my day

Wake up at the end of my day

Last stand in a shade of vermilion

Lips sealed and trembling irate

Prepare for the death of a billion

Wake up at the end of my day

Don’t cry for the weak and neglected

Go blind in the cage we erected

Stand tall with the rage of a storm now

Kill hope for the age 'cause we know-how

Cower in shame

Cower in shame

Come on now

Who gonna weep for the dead?

Cower in shame

Come on now

Who gonna weep for the dead?

Bow down to the American way

Bow down to the American way

Bow down to the American way

Bow down to the American way