We wrote the words in crooked pens,
History set in stone again,
The victors carried forth the plunder,
To mask our ills and cut asunder,
A genocide under foot,
The numbers twisted make us look,
With every drop of blood we shed,
A shell-shocked pretense in our heads,
(tremolo picking)
I've watched the fields of marigolds
Return from wars and saunter on,
Destroyed by brothers in their homes,
We arm the wrists and sever bones,
Protect our sight and lose our heads,
Twist my vision in the dead
Of night we cross the chasm wide
And stay our love with our own kind.
(2)
We draw our lines in the sand,
Caste your classes, raise our glasses,
Build walls to make fear great again,
Blood will flow in violent masses,
Search our brothers at the gate,
Separate the skin from bone,
Drown them in our sea of hate,
Build your graves under our homes.
(Riff)
Virus in our collective brains,
Kill the sickness, ignore the pain,
Deaths ignite a fleeting call,
And rush life into these empty halls,
We raise the banner and sharpen blades,
But in time return to hollow ways,
Call for justice, blood, and peace,
But never rise from off our knees.
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