Since September, flags everywhere but it doesn't mean a thing.
What's the point of remembering freedom when it's been forgotten by spring?
Summer's here, almost been a year since we were hit with reality.
Everything is back to normal though, with just flags everywhere.

July thirty-first, eleven thirty-five, well it just doesn't mean a thing.
We've got so many antibiotics that we've forgotten about the sting.
We're invincible, not destructable, let's honor all of the vicitims
But how soon we forget the victim's names with just flags everywhere.

Since September, flags everywhere but it doesn't mean a thing.
What's the point of remembering freedom when it's been forgotten by spring?
Summer's here, almost been a year since we were hit with reality.
Everything is back to normal though, with just flags everywhere.