Breathe. Breathe in the burning air… then sigh. Be relieved there's nothing there
we were free long before your free advice
now the flags, they will burn in paradise
rest your head here
feed our nation for us please
and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs
as the blade is raised thoughts get clearer
now what if dreams that you had came crashing down
would you change or erase the memory of the day oh the day you made us bleed?
rest your head here
feed our nation for us please
and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs
we sew the seeds upon your grave,
so you know you'll feed us either way
wash away your sins and begin again resurrection from empty hands
back against the wall watch your tower fall to the ground with your head
time to move on. your power is gone. its your turn to run. your hour has come.
…let the blade fall…
we'll feed our nation as we please, as you grieve our children will dance in the streets
we've sewn the seeds about your grave so you know you'll feed us either way
and the meek shall inherit the earth