Look up to the sky now children and see the giant thumb
Cause they got our lives on hold on these border controls
I’m escaping to the greenest grass with a sweetest meadow
Cause no longer will their blood spill on our frozen lake of fields

How can we say this is being free
So place your back to the walls and pray

Weapons

Look up to the sky now children see the giant thumb
Pushing down like it’s a crushing a colony of ants
Their antennas pointed to the sky as they’re gazing up at the mystery
I’m escaping to the greenest grass with a sweetest meadow
No longer will their legs crush under weighted boots

How can we say this is being free
So place your back to the walls and pray

How can we say this is being free
It was never about you anyway