I'd Rather Die Than Fly

You'll never take me alive 
Yet moments later 
The bullet's in her head 
I hope your god is laughing 
I know your god is dead 
Bullets in the backyard 
Are conmen stealing time 
Next time I'll take the subway 
I'd rather die than fly 
Celebrate birth 
Which leads to life, hate and death 
I speak in tongues and riddles 
And I'll part with the colors of you.