peace runs ragged on a wicked tongue
let your anthems be unsung
the empty symbol to which you clung
will hang us all in the end

pride, showing a lie
growing inside
weak one become the lie
stand, raised arm and wave
welcome the grave
beaten, broken, resigned

peace runs ragged on a wicked tongue
the liars work is never done
the heroes song is left unsung
alone in the land of the free
fight the horrors of a heavy night
so long sorrow, so long fright
peace runs ragged in the wicked night
so long to the land of the free

sigh, knowing inside
they write the lie
stay proud, lay down your life
cry, wicked and wide
thorn in their side
never, say, die

plant your standard on the liar's hill
make them choke on the blood they spilled
the overseers, bound in chain
their entrails tacked to the killing tree
hack so horrid, run em round and round
'til life runs out and the tree is bound
lined up weeping one by one
'til the tree did swallow up the sun

burn the hill and lay the statues low
and salt the soil till nothing grows
let hate be dust and windward blow
forget the land of Greed
let's work as siblings side by side
let love and justice be our guide
we'll raise up our own paradise
and call ourselves truly free