I've pictured all the places and relived those days Days when I was just too dumb to know People are just puppets who can't see their strings Fighting without meaning through a screen There could be a story behind every face Yet they prefer to live as they are told Afraid of being honest just because it stings Is this really who they are Or who they seem to be? Now all I can do is wait Until my land is gone Tortured, sold and raped And you still sing bring the guns I miss the good old days When I was the only freak But now freaks are all I see Why the fuck you have the need for picking sides? And so blindly trying to fit in And if it wasn't dumb enough to trust a man They think they're bright for trusting a myth Is this need for attention or wits you lack? Be careful giving power You can't take it back And all I can do is wait Until my land is gone Tortured, sold and raped And you still sing bring the guns