Rightful heirs to rights unknown
Oblivious to the merit
The parchment unwoven
No fortification, no security
Premonitions from the predecessors
Predecessors
Predicting that our freedom would eventually
Be obsolete
What kind of man neglects his license
To breathe easy?
Ignorant fools place trust in the men
Disgracing sovereignty
When revolution is before us
Privileged will finally mean it's means
"U!"
You force feed fear to the naive
"S!"
Essential to the butcher
You fatten up the swine
"A"
A march from the stock yard
Defenseless, we'd walk the line
Crafted by creators of
The land of the free
The artisans who fought for what was right
This is my right
There are many like it
But this one is mine
To govern those who govern us
And I, I refuse to be the white flag
Waving at the end of the sights
Unconstitutional
You've left me with a reason
Vindication in the form of powder
Plot, and treason
When revolution is before us
We'll take it by it's throat
Crafted by creators of
The land of the free
The artisans who fought for what was right
This is my right
There are many like it
But this one is mine
To govern those who govern us
And I, I refuse to be the white flag
Waving at the end of the sights
Powder, plot, and treason
Left me with a reason
Crafted by creators of
The land of the free
The artisans who fought for what was right
This is my right
There are many like it
But this one is mine
To govern those who govern us
And I, I refuse to be the white flag
Waving at the end of the sights
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