I got a place I call my own, living without malady
You invade my space, my home. Victims of reality
We were against you in the streets. We met you toe to toe
We delivered you that heat. You had to go
Deadman, you cannot destroy my home
Deadmen, you will not enjoy a throne
Free speech for one, for all - like a double edge knife
That cut a line into the sand, of what's legal and what's right