On this glorious day
Full of celebration
Elation plastered faces
What expression covers your face?
Knowing that our future will be a waste?
Fighting forever for freedom
Our own objectives
Overwhelmed by the offensive
So now speak with me, sultry sirens
Hey, is this the real world
Or the cost of fate by ingrates?
Parading around our pinnacle
Surviving by becoming criminals
Our ultimate punishment
For being born into a home
With no freedom to roam