These are times that try good men, the trials, the tribulations. Now it’s make or break but it ain’t too late. This a war of attrition!

I won’t submit their masterplan, were history if we don’t make a stand. So many content to serve and to please, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees! No slave to the master, no sheep to the fleced, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees!

It gets frustrating so many weak willed who let opportunity pass them by! What drives me on are the ones who refused to swllow their pride!

Take it in your hands and seize the day, don’t let a single chance fade away! Subveriance is a fatal disease, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees! The cold dead earth will inherit the meek, I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees!

So scared of change, comfortably nowhere, heavens forbid we should think of ourselves. No backbone heads down a culture of sleves. Servants to the state and material world, I won’t be a victim of circumstance, be your own master or a rabble of servants!

I won’t bow and scrape just to appeace,
I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees!
Liberty or death, I’ll stand on my feet
I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees!