Texty: This Beautiful Republic. No Turning Back.

She's a bright light, look for too long and you'll go blind
Losing sight of the line
She's a bright light, it's hard to run once she's inside
While you feel alive, she's watching you die

The fight is closing in, it's time to hold our ground
No turning back, no turning back
The longer that we run, the weaker we become
No turning back, no turning back

We've been taught that conflict is a lack of tolerance
And tolerance today is King
I have learned that all the things that plague us chase us down
No matter how well we hide, no matter how far we run

Give me liberty from death
Give me liberty or give me death