Born On The Fourth Of July

The burning begins
For carnage that wouldn't forgive
The birth of a sin
Is only the state that I'm in
But the Carthage you see
By in-flight magazines
Is just a nice way to mask the disease

Red blood purples salt blue seas
Blinding white combusted dreams
Of violence burned between the eyes
Ratified back in July by
Scorched mortar in the sky

Could we kill to be free
Would it only make sense to believe
That we deserve what we seize
That this is just what it means
To be, to be, to be, to be, to be

Born on the fourth of July
Born on the fourth of July
Born on the fourth of July
Born on the fourth of July

Could we kill to be free
Would it only make sense to believe
That we deserve what we seize
That this is just what it means
To be, to be, to be, to be, to be



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Mahoney
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