So come test me, so come break me, so come on intoxicate me
With hands tied behind my back, I fight
And wait for you to strike!
A new problem, we can't stop them
We're outnumbered and uncautioned
A rally crying out into the night
So pride yourself of what you are
And hold them all to words they can't take back
I've seen a place (It comes) to me in dreams
Where fires die but light still shines to let us see
What do you have to say?
Give me your logic, your definition
The words you fake to justify your position
Of mass starvation and blind air strikes
Every problem is solved with a fight!
Peace won't be found
'Til we're underground
As long as we live without a sound.
So pride yourself of what you are
And hold them all to words they can't take back
I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams
Where fires die and light still shines for us to see
Would God bless a murder of the innocence?
Would God bless a war based on pride?
Would God bless a money-hungry government?
Would God bless our innefective court system?
God bless the sweatshops we run
God bless Amerika
God bless Amerika

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