All Roads Lead West

There's a place for you my friend And it always leads to West Where the free all have names and the slaves are all ranked Fame has no real end and the poor pay the rent Don't let our feelings fall to those on the fence There's a man out there who always screams his mind He calls for a war and he feeds all his lies May we see things through and guard our nation's rise Else things fall apart when we place thieves up high What's the point of lives when our freedom ends? Children prod the priests where the arc of justice bends Liberty dies a gruesome death if we fail to make amends All the roads lead to West and that must never change