They tell us heroes died for this,
the freedom that we own.
The freedom of a broken man,
trying to keep his home.
They tell us we're the lucky ones,
tell us tales of war and fear.
"This how it's meant to be,
take a seat and pour a beer."
Forget about your worries,
forget the light that shines within.
Its all about the money,
all about the need to win.
But if we start to filter,
the light that brightens all our souls,
maybe we can make a change,
maybe we could be the ones.
A sacred generation,
with our masts against the wind.
Maybe we could be the ones,
burying the ancient sins.