Our fathers that built this land is now broken and second hand. Our mothers that shaped this land is heart broken by its dead hand.
Don't let the colours blind you, don't let the hatred find you.
Cross the border, welcome to your new home. Last in order, welcome to being alone.
There's a flag that I love for what it was. It was a flag that I proudly raised because. It gave you freedom - but you hate it. They wave it back but with hatred.
Our fathers that built this land is now broken and second hand. Our mothers that shaped this land is heart broken by its dead hand.
They stand there with open arms and closed hearts.
Don't want to see, don't want to know. Let it be, let the fire grow.
There's a flag that I love for what it was. It was a flag that I proudly raised because. It gave you freedom - but you hate it. They wave it back but with hatred.
And just a glimpse of light can cloud that longing fright, through and through that lasting blight.
Don't let the colours blind you, don't let the hatred find you.
And just a glimpse of light can cloud that longing fright, through and through that lasting blight.