I'm not the one who is pointing the finger, you
hypocrite
We're not true enough to be part, but I speak of what I have
learned
I haven't a flag to be burned
Born wrong
Descend upon us, you're only honest, but are you an
artist
Or just a preacher to those, who want to hate everything you
told them to see
Everything you told them to hear, we simply ask them to
listen and express what we feel
Born right
Rifle me
Playing on their sympathy you're the one waving the
flag
You're the one starting the war, we're not compromising or
trying to conquer
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