your lips move but no words come out
that was then this is now
the past is the past
no need for looking back
we're not affected at all
by what goes on in the world
you'll ignore your ways alone
this could be a living hell
you think that just because you were born
you won your freedom by yourself
no acknowledgement to the fact
your life was bought for a price
it could be us who's dying in the streets
it could be us who's overrun
we're the ones with it all
but we don't know it at all
we have no clue of war
that we're the ones they're fighting for
they fight and die
so we don't have to shed our own blood
this is what they die for
we live like kings while they fight to protect freedom
we live our dreams while they fight to protect freedom
they fight for you
Artist: Berurier Noir
Artist: Arthur Weston
Artist: Ludwig Hirsch