The field’s black with dying birds
Singing out their final verse
The stench reeks of guilty hands
That followed through with their guilty plans
You burn books to erase the past
And smoke the skies with burning flags
You fight the wars within our minds
For who is wrong when no one's right
Hands up to face the wall
Popped strings and broken jaw
Eyes fighting tears of rage
Tear out the final page
Thorns scaring you away
Just as sharp by any other name
Hands up to face the wall
Popped string and broken jaw
Eyes fighting tears of rage
Tear out the final page