How can we be free?

The bloodline of kings in the house of white
Lynch law abiding citizens cashing in their rights
The sky is on fire
The sky is on fire
It's blood red and torching any horizon it desires

Spit in the face of the deceased
Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
Spit in the face of the deceased
Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street
Spit, spit, spit in the face
I don't give a fuck what you think of me
Are we getting anywhere, I'm getting out of here

How can we be free?

Abandoning the children in the forest to feed ourselves
We will all stay more healthy if we don't distribute wealth
Aim friendly fire
Aim friendly fire
There is only greed living the life we desire

Spit in the face of the deceased
Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
Spit in the face of the deceased
Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street
Spit, spit, spit in the face
I don't give a fuck what you think of me
Are we getting anywhere, I'm getting out of here [x2]

As we set sail across a raging sea
(as we set sail across a raging sea)
Unconquerable by reality
(we are unconquerable)
As we set sail across a raging sea
(we set sail across a raging sea)
Unconquerable by reality

I am infallible
I am untouchable

Spit in the face of the deceased
Bite down on your tongue and turn the other cheek
Spit in the face of the deceased
Disappear like a ghost when we pass on the street
Spit, spit, spit in the face
I don't give a fuck what you think of me
Are we getting anywhere, I'm getting the fuck out of here

The nation is dead, long live the new nation [x11]
Dead........Dead

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, PATRICK C BOLLINGER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER