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 [bad word] wild child [bad word] child run
Nightfall awaits us beyond the napalm [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