riding upon a pale horse ignite the skies in praise of death red white and blue has run its course as our lady peace takes her dying breath carry the cross you are the slave bury the lost in shallow graves burning the flag that you save earning the bronze not worth its weight and now you re drowning in the waters that rise to wash away your life and you don t understand why you re burdened the levy s demise in a city of the damned and your only hope slips through your fingers as it dies the ruins of your life touched on by butterflies biting the hand that bleeds you carry the cross you are the slave bury the lost in shallow graves burning the flag that you save earning the bronze not worth its weight when you hear the wounded start to cry another soldier has to die carry the cross you are the slave bury the lost in shallow graves burning the flag that you save earning the bronze not worth its weight