Running into the future of a new horizon, seeing our way
clear through freedom and our Constitution.
Weapons locked and loaded, ready for the way that our own
government has brought to our shores.
Ready, waiting, snipers hidden everywhere, the enemy will
never know what has hit them until they die.
Dead on the ground in pools of their bloody lies and many
illusions, now no longer doing them any good.
Setting the cry of freedom across the world, reaching out
to everyone, everywhere.
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