My country is so fucking small, everywhere there's borders
Getting out is not an option, everyone are soldiers
Still I gonna try
Every night before I sleep my daddy tell me stories
About the guy who shot is leg and how he'll make him sorry
Why, tell me why
And all I want is peace of mind
My girl to put her hands around and say it will be fine
Getting out is not an option, still I gonna try
And it's a shooting game
Breath before you aim
The people, they drop the same
Human, human, they are different you can't go against it
Some are made to be dipossed, it doesn't make you racist
It is their fault they gonna die
In the land where I was brand, magic beaches, golden sand
Fathers make sure that boys understand
Mothers, they just cry
Set me free
From the darkness of my prison
Open up the gates of reason
And it's getting late
No use to wait
Today the sun ain't shining on the gate
When I was eighteen, they told me I deserve
To be in the front, now it's my time to serve
So I tried to run but they caught me on the curve
Set me free
From the... Whatever
I think it will happen... Never
And it's getting late
No use to wait
Today the sun ain't shining on the gate