January 8th Testo

Stand in line, take an oath
Give your life for the gold they make
Raise your flag for the land that is willing to give you away
Take a bullet, build a coffin for your father to carry to your grave
Don't you think it is fun to see your own children go to waste?

But we can't give up, we can't stand down
With these tears that we've shed we must hold our ground
For you, for me, for eternity
What the hell is wrong, with this world we see These people are dying by the hands of their own
Our brothers, our sisters, their children unborn

Did you see the light at the end of the tunnel?
Was it worth dying for?
When a child is begging you to stop, how can you ignore?
The bombs are dropping like raindrops of fire
Through the roofs of the innocent
Another medal on your chest as a proof for an act,
that you will never forget

But we can't give up, we can't stand down
With these tears that we've shed we must hold our ground
For you, for me, for eternity
What the hell is wrong, with this world we see
These people are dying by the hands of their own
Our brothers, our sisters their children unborn

But we can't give up, we can't stand down
With these tears that we've shed we must hold our ground For you, for me, for eternity
What the hell is wrong, with this world we see
These people are dying by the hands of their own
Our brothers, our sisters their children unborn