Besedila: Project 86. Drawing Black Lines. Open Hand.

Right now intersect, cross the lines
Break the barriers, link the areas
Unify our stakes, take my hand
Grip this man and fill the land

Rectify our states, stand together
None are better, so send the letters
Vilify the walls, freedom is to come as one
To take hold of this day, no other way

You won't find me gone
Raised hands surround us
Three nails to protect us
I'll find my way back home
Raised hands surround us
Three nails to protect us

I place my fate in your hands
Loss of self, no demands
So to give my years I'll relent to drop my pride
Cross the fence, so to confide

You won't find me gone
Raised hands surround us
Three nails to protect us
I'll find my way back home
Raised hands surround us
Three nails to protect us

Laid hands on my head
Sense of self long since dead
Seven words got my back
So let off and set off and snap my shame away

Now ask me what's the point to scrape and fight
To win another day to live
It's me stand united, can't live divided
Until we die and gains what's our to claim

Intersect, cross the lines
Break the barriers, link the areas
Unify our stakes, take my hand
Grip this man and fill the land

Rectify our states, stand together
None are better, so send the letters
Vilify the walls, freedom is to come as one
To take hold of this day, no other way

No other way