You guys cannot take what's ours,
Our only hope and dream,
You carry them away.
It's not just your fucking game,
You race for profit now,
Take your shit and leave.
What once was innocent,
You turned to dirt for money,
So cash your fucking pride,
How does it feel inside,
To create something bleeding,
and watch it die.
REF: But I'm not yours,
So take your fucking hands off me,
Buried alive,
Deep under ground just to be free.
Do you hear songs of all your freedom,
It's coming out for you.
You're sorry in the end,
For all destroyed music,
And you won't make it through.
