Putrid "Freedom"

Smile why don't you.

Same blue Sky

But a red rain covers us all

Cold, worm incubators lay on the streets

Ripped flags, and betrayed hopes

Rounds of rounds upon rounds of rounds

Each one costs more than the last

A baby and a sack of rice is worth the same

In this torn world of ours

Man needs conflict

Conflict needs man

We we're born cursed

Good God, were we born cursed?

Smile you wretched thing, the war hasn't reached you yet

Smile you naive thing, your government tells you the truth

Smile you neglectful thing, lives overseas aren't worth as much

Smile you free thing, your putrid freedom is here