Born on the isle of pain
It´s easy to find others to blame
We used to be gagged and bound
And we ain´t, no we ain´t turnin´ round

To get to the promised land
You got to go back to understand
Everything comes from sound
All vibrating under the crown
And we ain´t, no, we ain´t turnin´ round

Ran out of patience yesterday for them with no helpin´ hands
We came from a people who built everything and farmed the land
Let´s stop looking for a reason to die and just sound the alarm
Maybe the hand you´re looking for is at the end of your arms
End of your arms, end of your arms