In a world full of hypocrites that speak of tolerance and love,
It's hard to find a single one that lives the things they speak of.
You speak of love and respect, but there is so much hate in your words.
As soon as you disagree, the boundary lines are all lost and blurred.
Turn in that crooked smile, seething through gritted teeth.
You hide your true intentions, but they're crystal clear to me.
Don't we all know that crossing a line in the sand
Will be what unites us? History lies in the palm of our hand.
And if death comes knocking, you can tell him that I'm still around.
'Cos I'm here fighting til they break these walls to the ground
And tear the flag down.
Your words have meant nothing, their presence subliminal.
You monopolize acceptance and your hatred is criminal.
Turn in that crooked smile, seething through gritted teeth.
You hide your true intentions, but they're crystal clear to me.
Don't we all know that crossing a line in the sand
Will be what unites us? History lies in the palm of our hand.
And if death comes knocking, you can tell him that I'm still around.
'Cos I'm here fighting til they burn these walls to the ground.
And I'm here still fighting, the guns and cannons will sound.
If freedom of choice is a God-given right,
Then who are you to take it away?
You pompous Pharisee,
You have nothing on me.
This is my line in the sand.
Tell me, where do you stand?
Will you stand up for what's right
Or back down from the fight?
Victory or death!
Victory or death!
You hide your true intentions but they're clear to me.
Don't we all know that crossing a line in the sand
Will be what unites us? History lies in the palm of our hand.
And if death comes knocking, you can tell him that I'm still around.
'Cos I'm here fighting til they burn these walls to the ground
And tear the flag down.
It's hard to find a single one that lives the things they speak of.
You speak of love and respect, but there is so much hate in your words.
As soon as you disagree, the boundary lines are all lost and blurred.
Turn in that crooked smile, seething through gritted teeth.
You hide your true intentions, but they're crystal clear to me.
Don't we all know that crossing a line in the sand
Will be what unites us? History lies in the palm of our hand.
And if death comes knocking, you can tell him that I'm still around.
'Cos I'm here fighting til they break these walls to the ground
And tear the flag down.
Your words have meant nothing, their presence subliminal.
You monopolize acceptance and your hatred is criminal.
Turn in that crooked smile, seething through gritted teeth.
You hide your true intentions, but they're crystal clear to me.
Don't we all know that crossing a line in the sand
Will be what unites us? History lies in the palm of our hand.
And if death comes knocking, you can tell him that I'm still around.
'Cos I'm here fighting til they burn these walls to the ground.
And I'm here still fighting, the guns and cannons will sound.
If freedom of choice is a God-given right,
Then who are you to take it away?
You pompous Pharisee,
You have nothing on me.
This is my line in the sand.
Tell me, where do you stand?
Will you stand up for what's right
Or back down from the fight?
Victory or death!
Victory or death!
You hide your true intentions but they're clear to me.
Don't we all know that crossing a line in the sand
Will be what unites us? History lies in the palm of our hand.
And if death comes knocking, you can tell him that I'm still around.
'Cos I'm here fighting til they burn these walls to the ground
And tear the flag down.