With a bunch of conflicting instructions we follow the dead. It's the blind leading freedom, a patriot song in our head. The lights are gonna blow.nnBoard up your windows, you're keeping you're family safe. Conscience for shelter and everything falls into place. The lights are gonna blow.nnWhat the hell did you think you'd find here? Someone said the streets are paved in gold? When the siren screams you can't forget that cleansing isn't over yet. Swallow up; your pride is getting cold.