Stop Calling Me Liberty

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Welcome to a place where wrong
Is our regent

Equity is just a clown
diversions amuse us

We've gone through hell, saw it all
Though we're still lost

Looking for someone to blame?
Take a look inside

I've been so lonely out here
Bloodshed, raw deals made in my name

My green is rusting to black
The chains of dread have been locked
For quite so long
For far too long

My crown is falling apart
My fire is lifeless and dark
Light it up now
Let's light it up now

Or stop calling me liberty

Our brave soldiers leave their homes
To fight for our freedom
But they've just been deceived again
While some others get a check

With Superstores and all your malls
Thirst gets insatiable
The worst prison is the one
They call freedom

I've been so lonely tonight
Killings, slaughters under my eyes

My green is rusting to black
The chains of dread have been locked
For quite so long
For far too long

My crown is falling apart
My fire is lifeless and dark
Light it up now
Let's light it up now

My green is rusting to black
The chains of dread have been locked
For quite so long
For far too long

My crown is falling apart
My fire is lifeless and dark
Light it up now
Let's light it up now

Or stop calling me liberty

Politicians kiss your flag 
While they're spitting on your country and constitution
Retribution, rightness
All our books have been adapted, modified 
Whole chapters vanished
Just to make us go to war for their oil, gold and soil

Should I even write this song?
My pen is bleeding
Thousands come here everyday
Playing the patriot game

Well, has your boy heard the guns?
Cause you chose the whipping
It's time for you to hold the torch
And set the road on fire

My green is rusting to black
The chains of dread have been locked
For quite so long
For far too long

My crown is falling apart
My fire is lifeless and dark
Light it up now
Let's light it up now

Let's bring our glory days back
Remember what we were
Hear not fear words 
Hear not weak minds

Question all we believe
Crushing the prison we're in
Light it up now
Let's light it up now

Or stop calling me liberty

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