What now?nWe bear this noble pain as we were raised to.nA sharp life-injection.nWe will wake with sore heads;nA faux-freedom hangover.nThe guard dog is asleep,nHead for the back-door.nnWhat now?nWe raise this dated flag as we were taught to.nA hot knife dissection.nWe will wake with stitched heads.nA painful reminder of the fact that we're slaves.nThe guard do is asleep,nHead for the back door.nnWhat now?nWith this feeling i have inside,nI can understand why so many react the way they do.nWith motion sickness,nHow can we march towards a clearer future?nnTheir rash, their remedy.nClose black eyes and embrace the freedom that they sold to us.nnTheir rash, their remedy.nThey sold us disease with trademarks and royalties.nWe bought the cure on the black-market.nnTheir rash, their remedy.nWe bought the cure on the black-market.nnTheir rash, their remedy. (x5)nnWe'll climb to stand tall on this rubblenAnd turn these ruins into something like how life's supposed to be.