The Land Of The Free - 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