Tekster: Silverstein. Shipwreck in the Sand. Born Dead.

You call this a privilege
No, I call it a right
There's no respect for life
No compromising

Coverage denied
Coverage denied

So, sit behind your desk
And tell me how I'm supposed to feel inside
You know I'm slowly dying
How long I have left is for you to decide

We keep on suffering everyday
The victims of opportunity
One nation under God, they said
We are all born dead

Dead and rotting bodies fill the
Fields in the east
There's no respect for life, it never stops
Is this what makes us free?

So flex your muscle as you
Barricade the whole world piece by piece
How long until the ocean
Overflows into our yards and streets?

We keep on suffering everyday
The victims of opportunity
One nation under God, they said
We are all pawns, we are all sheep, we are all born dead

We can't escape this
Until we unify as one
We'll fight the sickness
Until my time has come

We keep on suffering everyday
The victims of opportunity
One nation under God, they said
We are all born dead

We keep on suffering everyday
The victims of opportunity
One nation under God, they said
We are all pawns, we are all sheep, we are all born dead