What drives a man to dying to defend; a government that never listened to a single word he said. And when there isn't any threat - does he question their
Well there's a place for me, In the promised land. There's a space for me, Standing by the man. Yeah there's a place for me. But there's no room for
You're just a follower of scenes, A product of TV and magazines. You're just fuckin sheep. Please tell me something that you actually believe, Without
I'm not against freedom of speech, but I'm against freedom to preach. I think we should all believe, in just what we want to believe. There's just one
How many laws were put in place, Simply with the soul purpose to generate; The wages of the people who keep telling us - What's right, what's wrong,
We've fallen asleep, Under the wheels, Of the machine. But the bigger we build - the harder we fall, And all that comes up comes back to the floor, And
I can't believe; You're judging me before I've Even said a word. Isn't it our difference the one thing that makes: Us the same, Us the same? We've drawn
What's your definition of success? And is it measured in the things that we possess? What price must we pay to be a respected citizen? Work ourselves
What if everything we had was never ours, And everything we took was never really our to take? Would it make us think again And would we treat it with
There's no good explanation, For anything you've done. There's no good explanation. There's no good explanation, For anything you've done. There's no
