Will we see the day when the trees that we hang our heads from
Hit the ground like dead men's love songs
Offering another history of privilege and open doors?
As they march us off to a new war

When it's through there'll be a hundred more
With us to wonder what the hell we're fighting for
Resist; cycle repear; relinquish
We've made an art of giving in

Forfeiting steps we should have taken
Will we see a light in the dark at this tunnel's end?
To pacify the rage of hollow slogan
To expose picket sign pretense

And rationalize words without actions?
Did we forget the future's in the making?
Rules may be bent
But they're overdue for breaking

Open your eyes, stand up and believe
Throw off the chains, for once be free
Let go of this so-called freedom bedtime story
The only free ones have built empires

On two bit lies and blood money
Let go of this so-called freedom bedtime story
The oldest new war, under the radar
Is fought in city streets and back alleys