كلمات The Land of the Free

I cannot fight my loneliness My vanity, my ignorance I'll pay at the end of the day My way was carved with violence I had to face the consequence I'm leaving I'm breaking away Find me falling Where is the good in this world? Where can I be Living the words I am free? For the many, a barrel of rum To the names we chose for the glory Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun This is the land of the free I cannot hide my bitterness My broken heart, victorious I'm failing, I'm losing my mind To dying dreams of wilderness My truth revealed, so glorious I'd cave in, I'd leave all behind Is this for me Living the words I am free? For the many, a barrel of rum To the names we chose for the glory Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun This is the land of the free To the golden days of our kind To the quest we took for the story Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild This is the land of the free Pray for the weak Pray for the strong There will be luck all along Pray that we see The pure light of dawn And the world will be singing our song For the many, a barrel of rum To the names we chose for the glory Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun This is the land of the free To the golden days of our kind To the quest we took for the story Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild This is the land of the free This is the land of the free