We carry the flags of our fathers
We're born with their hatred, their love and their passion.
We carry their dreams of our future
We shall just consent and be content
Well this is my to the unborn;
Forget about the freedom of speech
Forget about your own will
It's just cute kind words to make you believe
But your belief shall be censured as well
We're toys
We're nothing
We ain't our own
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