Through; these words not coming from me; they’re coming from you

Open my mouth clean so you can throw through

Please watch out for those in between who may still know you;

When we come crashing through. We ask you

Does this world view satisfy you?

What you learned in your school, does it satisfy you? Do you ask you?

Fight! We’ve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit

In that fire you may burn. We’ve got no desire to turn

We’ve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit

In that fire you may learn, We’ve got no desire to spurn

But we ain’t fucking slaves, we’re people. Respect!

Our minds and our brains are equal; they’re blessed with the same freedom

And we don’t need you to hold us down, crush our face in the ground

Weight’s on our backs so we can’t stand up

Ground nailed to the round chains. Corrupted, corrupt id, corrupt I, corrupt we

Hear the million voices that came to voice thee. Fight!

We’ve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn

We’ve got no desire to turn

We’ve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit

In that fire you may learn, We’ve got no desire to spurn

Religious bigotry, cultural bias

Materialistic world view, educate the liar; in a new school way

Trap and trade; masquerade of the blackened rays

Your way is bent. Forked tongues aid your hidden intent

Cast our way away into another plane

Slain by the grey, or tamed by the grey

Looking back there’s not much we can say but alas it’s the fact

The attack from the Grey was too much for our way and our natural class

Although most do not understand the language of our great mother

She will not speak another, and will always be There;

She’s never wrong

She’s never scared

She always tolerates the trillion faults and mistakes of your million ways

And your cold thrashing traits

Running over anything that gets in your damned way

Running like there’s fire in your ass ‘cause you just can’t stay

In the same bleeding place you destroyed on your rampage

On your search for the rich place;

You poor souls, you strayed from the original way and now it’s so cold

We’ve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn

We’ve got no desire to turn

We’ve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit, In that fire you may learn

We’ve got no desire to spurn

Try to fill in your soul with a fire that will soon burn out of control

And your higher nature calls but you’re just so deaf;

Your pride so tall that that you’re just hell-bent;

On a runaway train straight to the end of the tracks;

Crash and burn into the same breath that’s

Common destiny for all those who forgot the song of the seasons;

Now the song of the reasons

Now we bid our Goodbye’s

Float away from the mouth that allowed us to stay

And voice; until another day, enjoy. Rejoice