I see you clinging, stereotyping just to feel comfort, just to belong Desperate for meaning to make sense of your life Let me try to make you understand... You got it wrong
You're not gonna catch me waving flags over my head Looking straight and standing tall I refuse to build the wall by adding my own bricks That separate us all
I'd rather die than be a part of your pride
This ain't the homeland they've written books on Never have been there, how would you know Following footsteps that will get you nowhere And living by some rules that were made up one hundred years ago
You're not gonna find me digging through my family tree Just to find out who I am I don't need to know that I'm linked to some murderer To live on the same land
I'd rather die than be a part of your pride
So it looks like I'll be here for a long time now Some things are better left mysteries Can't change the future when living in the past So do what you want and I'll decide my own history
