Raise your hands before. Wash them when you are dead.

Let us get the facts right from the start
With all these hands tied and in the air
You have always been ready to pull the trigger.

Simple sicence tells a tale of failure wrapped up in 1950 like mentality.

With the white flag raised, you still held steady and took dead aim at easy target
Let me  make sense where there is
None to be made

Simply history wrote a story of pride
From the love they gave us.

Let yourself tell the world he was wrong
For even trying. The party knows best.
One with Strong will can never be
Meant fit their mold

Simple debate only left us a tale of lost
Love, a love that should've never been