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