Текст песни Cremation Of A Nation

Lying here, as my breath taints the sky. Did the idea of me die? A ghost lying in the past, death follows where shadows are cast. Surrounded by the pretenders, I will never surrender. I will fight to exist, a human no more. Pain sears through my wounds as gas is drenched upon my body. People I saved point and they laugh, mock and spit on me. I will never stop, I'll scream 'til the end. Vision distorted, the smell won't fade. It's nauseating. Stuck, I can't run, I suffocate. As I struggle to peer through the stinging ignition to my death. I'll look you all in the eye, and whisper to thee: "Please don't tread on me." You won't tread on me.