in Pennsylvania
August 28th, 2006
I can't give in,
Forgive me for my sin,
But it seems we are all dien',
Our bones become bread,
To feed the undead,
A demon who ruled before,
No one goes to school,
'Cause they it's uncool,
Chorus:
In a time when tyrants rule,
Controlling our votes and our mind,
When tyrants rule,
But I’m breaking free….
They tell us four more years,
Of sheddin’ blood and tears,
Then we’ll be free again,
What happened to the American dream,
O’ land of liberty?
Free to fight and kill,
But truly only free to die,
Chorus
Our brothers are all drafted,
‘Cause this war was crafted,
By the same hand that’s shaping us all,
We are all conformists,
I’m getting tired of this s***,
I truly can’t live this way,
Please go on without me,
If you’re just going to doubt me,
Or I hate myself to this very day.
I think that’s all.
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