| No one sees things the same way, | |
| Tired of listening | |
| Watching my world going down, | |
| Sick of hanging on | |
| How to believe in your flag, | |
| And serve my country | |
| Has all we have learned been right, | |
| God knows I can't say | |
| Dying land, the place we call home | |
| I feel like I was born to lose | |
| Wasted past, hopeless future, no real desire | |
| People dig the government, I'm a dissident | |
| I have to go away, false promises, | |
| I don't want your nation | |
| I don't need protection, | |
| What scares me is your dirty little war | |
| This land will never change | |
| These old fashioned values make me vomit | |
| Protect you will being, | |
| You can read my mind and what I've got in | |
| [Chorus :] | |
| Some people crawl, some will never fall | |
| Silent hate, I walk in silent hate | |
| Burn the flag, I cannot stand your flag | |
| Fallen country, it won't set me free | |
| Dying land, promise land | |
| Silent rage, I live in silent rage | |
| Some people cry, some will never die | |
| I hate to go away, false promises, | |
| I don't want your nation |