I count your days, but it’s never enough,

It won’t starve the harm.

It’s crashing into me, every day and night,

I feel like giving up.

But with me dying there will still be pain,

Dragged tears into their eyes when reclaiming the claim,

Understood this is your game, but ain’t got whom to play,

You killed ‘till the last drop, by force barring them in your land,

Don’t waste all these days, go play with yourself!

To cry for your war, now cry at the grave,

Crying their senses outside of this so called gain,

Crying out our name, now they cry from the grave,

For what else did uou pay?

No, oh, no,

Have you given me the full control?

No, don’t say no,

Need a reminder, to fix it all?

We ain’t got a kingdom.

Yeah, we ain’t got a kingdom,

Just how we ain’t got birds flying free,

When is near you nothing is free,

Maybe they’re falling, that sounds possible,

But truly free is not even their fall…