Breathe. Breathe in the burning air… then sigh. Be relieved there's nothing there

we were free long before your free advice 

now the flags, they will burn in paradise

rest your head here

feed our nation for us please 

and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs

as the blade is raised thoughts get clearer 

now what if dreams that you had came crashing down

would you change or erase the memory of the day oh the day you made us bleed?

rest your head here

feed our nation for us please 

and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs

we sew the seeds upon your grave, 

so you know you'll feed us either way

wash away your sins and begin again resurrection from empty hands

back against the wall watch your tower fall to the ground with your head

time to move on. your power is gone. its your turn to run. your hour has come.

…let the blade fall…

we'll feed our nation as we please, as you grieve our children will dance in the streets

we've sewn the seeds about your grave so you know you'll feed us either way

and the meek shall inherit the earth