To/die/for - Hail Of Bullets lyrics

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To/die/for - Hail Of Bullets lyrics

Fly bu*terfly of freedom fly Fly much higher to the other side And take my within There's blood on your flowers and blood on our hands And we should k** for the fatherland Carry me away from here Here comes a new dawn with the hail of bullets Run wild child - run child run Nightfall awaits us beyond the napalm flames Run wild child - run child run They need our blood to make their history More dead bodies means more authority That's sick, sick, sick, sick, sick! They want us to drink their poisoned wine Money is god and deterrent is called Jesus Christ But freedom in unknown