Out of Line

The American way
I pray to God
This lie will have nothing to do with me
American way
The lie of the century
Told by the great deceiver
Laid down as a law of the land
To question is the greatest of sins
So we raise up our flags
Call ourselves the chosen sons of God
Add another link in the chain
Get in line. Assimilate
It’s your call to be true to red, white and blue
But is there something truly wrong when we drape thе flag over the Cross?
You say freedom isn’t free
But who the Son sеts free is free indeed
We’re freed by His name
Not by homeland security
I will never be ashamed of My Redeemer’s mighty name
And I will never run and hide...
Hide under the flag of violent pride
I step out of line
I step out of line
And so I step out of line
Raise the flag
Raise the flag up high
Raise the flag
Raise the flag
I walk against violent pride with these violent strides
In defiance of prideful men
I stand against blind allegiance to a nation that kills its children
To a nation that profits in death
To a nation that reaps what it sows
Blood, sweat and tears
Reap the flag
Reap the flag
Blood. Sweat. Death
Blood. Sweat. Death
We will reap blood, sweat, death
Blood. Sweat. Death
Blood. Sweat. Death
Blood. Sweat. Death
We will reap blood, and sweat, and death
We will reap blood, sweat, death