Our future is bought on broken dreams. Wielding power so confident. While at our backs the nation's destroyed. Once you are dead and in your grave. On this tyranny, and the chains of a slave.
New prisons pop up like fungal rot, Upon the foundations of America's lot.
Once you are dead and in your grave. On this tyranny, and the chains of a slave. Once you are dead and in your grave. On this tyranny, and the chains of a slave. It's up to you, it's up to me.