Breakdown In the Land of Freedom
Justin Zuccato, Billy Raffoul
Breakdown in the land of freedom
The sound of your brother grieving
The gowns have a game they're playing
We eat every word they're saying
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Nananananana Nananananana
La Da Di Da La Da Di Da Da Da
Want peace but no peace they're showing
It was just a phone he was holding
The hunters become the hunted
With ink, there will be no bloodshed
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Nananananana Nananananana
La Da Di Da La Da Di Da Da Da
Breakdown in the land of freedom
They don't give a damn what the reason
Either you get up on a soapbox
Or you disappеar into chaos
Nananananana Nananananana
Nananananana Nananananana
The bell has been rung
Change, it has comе for us