Paroles de 'Land of the Free' par Winterborn

To the classroom floor, a lifeless body falls
Where do you see the liberty and justice for all?
Another boy who felt left outside just too long
He took a gun in his hand, and made his final stand

What youths of the nation are dying for, is this the freedom worth fighting for?

The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams
The land of the free, tell me why, why can't they see what's going on?
In this bloody stream, they're living their American dream

Lord lay to rest these troubled souls that died too young
Now they're embraced by the grave, in this home of the brave
They've got blood on their hands, that can't be washed away
One nation under God, they have their eyes wide shut

They're selling their guns, corporates standing tall
And in every dollar, the bastards are hanging on
Open your eyes, the bodycount goes on and on
Wake up to the gunshots, and sirens' call

The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams
The land of the free, tell me why, why can't they see what's going on?
In this bloody stream, they're living their American dream