Fly butterfly 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 kill for the fatherland
 Carry me away from here

 [bad word] a new dawn with the hail of bullets [bad word] wild child [bad word] child run
 Nightfall awaits us beyond the napalm flames [bad word] wild child [bad word] 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