A choice
Do what they do
Fight the ***** fight
Do it to them
Take it from them
Lie about them
Wage war on them
Their righteous greed controls
They have the moral high ground
In the name of their "God", they dream
Of keeping us down
We must
Fear them
Patriate them
Oppress them
Malcolmize their pain
Invert their rain
Watch it flow back up
Up to the clouds
Crack on them
Break on them
Smash them to the ground
Return everything to dust
Let the sun shine through
Move what stands in our way
Shed all that cast a silky shadow
Your freedom lives
Arch back and feel the sun rain down your face
Follow the sacred Caucasus Mountain Pass
Your right to the human dream
Your sacred seasoned skin
Tarred brown by party soot
Feel the warmth of the  Queen, King, and Mother Luna
As you fall from grace
For what is Right
Your mumble in the jungle is heard
You cry
Tasting the drops
Those delicate drops...
Of Freedom


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