Disembarked - Flags of our Fathers



We carry the flags of our fathers
We're born with their hatred, their love and their passion

We carry their dreams of our future
We shall just consent and be content

Well this is my to the unborn;
Forget about the freedom of speech
Forget about your own will
It's just cute kind words to make you believe
But your belief shall be censured as well

We're toys
We're nothing
We ain't our own

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