Freedom's not the wind blowing through your hair,
Murder isn't justified by prayer,
So how can you find faith, as they kill your family before you?
Where is this hope you had, that lies in a higher power?
Doesn't matter what you do, or how you write it down,
History will always repeat itself.
Don't bow to me,
I'm man like you,
Get off your knees,
And walk with me.
The messenger wears a bulletproof vest,
To bare a grunt from a shot to the chest,
No personal gripe from the receiver come,
Agile to dodge the spirits of some.
The scars on his body are the marks he wears,
Like a badge to warn all who stare,
The risky chance of first class flight,
A job that no-one wants in slight.
And all you're fighting for,
Is just a paper war,
No matter how you write it,
It all remains the same.
To cut their throats and raze the void,
To soak the ground and paint it black,
To proclaim this land a victory,
The land that they'll never truly own.
To cut their throats and raze the void,
To soak the ground and paint it black,
To proclaim these lands a victory,
The lands that you'll never truly own.
Follow your path,
Make it your home,
The true victor,
Is the lone wolf.
A man will live his final day,
When they rip his fucking heart away,
Eyes don't look they only see,
Lungs that whisper for death's plea,
The world that he knows starts to slip away,
The home where his children used to play,
Believing that this truth is a fallacy,
Will bring you tears of misery,
All that you're fighting for,
Is all for heaven's sake.
Set this world ablaze,
And reach for all that's fake.
Cut their throats,
Raze the void.
You proclaim the prophecy,
Then you curse it, lies you speak so free,
You hate it, lies you speak so free,
Lies to all.
Don't bow to me,
I'm a man like you,
So get off your knees,
And walk with me.
Murder is not justified by prayer,
Freedom is not the wind blowing through your hair,
Cowards defiance to the words of man,
When fetid efforts are met with sham,
Sweat and tears for the love you sought,
A perfection which can't ever be bought,
To end it all with a touch of a button,
You see a leader, I see a spineless glutton,
All you're fighting for,
Is just a paper war,
No matter how you write it,
Their songs remain the same.