So one more dead, bloodshed
Bullets flying overhead
But i find, instead of their own kind
That they'll use the less dead
To deploy like toy soldier
And destroy the man.
Taking with them the lives of
Every single woman, child or man
There's some disguise, i,
For the eyes of the unwise, that don't realise
That they're being hypnotised
And brutalised, for somebody elses pride
But it's not me,
No it's not me.
Ooh and you can't stop me... yeah
No it's not me
And i wonder, sometimes
When it will all be gone
200 years of blood, sweat and tears
Really ain't that long.
Especially, when we, dig a big enough grave
To fit the land of the free
And the home of slaves
We're burning bridges
With poor decisions
And no hint of shame.
Don't point your fingers
Get rid of your weapons
And get rid of that blame
But it's not me,
No it's not me... ooh
And you can't stop me... yeah
'Cause no it's not me... Check!
Well if you're blind to the truth
Of a broken promise
Well then you have critically missed
Our forefathers' wish
So, i will ask you this...
Who's the real terrorist?
Well it's not me
No it's not me... ooh
And you can"t stop me... yeah
No it's not me.
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?
What are you fighting for?