| In a face a view, through eyes this world collides | 
| I am voiceless in my angst | 
| And nothing can take us back to innocence | 
| Short, sharp, bloodlust reality | 
| In despair I reach for night | 
| In water purity reigns to be resolute | 
| And as a land we clean our minds, reap our belongings | 
| Sew our angers and our strengths | 
| All too obsessed by weakness | 
| We have brought ourselves to meaninglessness | 
| So easy to control, bring to harm | 
| A gathering of fools unjustified, on a mountain | 
| And I collect my thoughts | 
| And I rise above all that despises me | 
| Comprehend the ways of man and under a flag | 
| We salute or burn, there is blood on both shores | 
| With hardened mind I traveled, with hardened mind I conquered | 
| A freedom so ironic, so despicable, so hypocritical | 
| There is anger resolute | 
| Rears its familiar head on the TV screen | 
| In a dozen bags a life was placed | 
| In a breath he smiled and waved | 
| For five minutes at a time the power held true | 
| And without consternation our laws are lost | 
| Lost to butchers, lost to child killers, lost to narcotic ritual | 
| Another tag, another headline | 
| Another smiling photograph shall stay 10 winters long forever | 
| And where are the angels to guard? | 
| Where is the god of men and children? | 
| He is stalking the minds of dark poor souls | 
| And I know it’s right, because I know it’s time for freedom | 
| To kill another and to kill another | 
| And to kill another child of the flag | 
| 'Til there are none left… and another | 
| And to kill another, and to kill another… | 
| Gaze upon what you’ve become | 
| And take a look at what you’ve done | 
| You’ll repent for what you’ve done | 
| Raping my daughter, raping my son |