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Through; these words not coming from me; theyâre 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! Weâve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit.
In that fire you may burn. Weâve got no desire to turn
Weâve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit,
In that fire you may learn, Weâve got no desire to spurn.
But we ainât fucking slaves, weâre people. Respect!
Our minds and our brains are equal; theyâre blessed with the same freedom.
And we donât need you to hold us down, crush our face in the ground.
Weightâs on our backs so we canât 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!
Weâve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn.
Weâve got no desire to turn
Weâve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit,
In that fire you may learn, Weâve 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 thereâs not much we can say but alas itâs 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;
Sheâs never wrong,
Sheâs 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 thereâs fire in your ass âcause you just canât 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 itâs so cold.
Weâve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn.
Weâve got no desire to turn
Weâve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit, In that fire you may learn,
Weâve 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 youâre just so deaf;
Your pride so tall that that youâre just hell-bent;
On a runaway train straight to the end of the tracks;
Crash and burn into the same breath thatâs
Common destiny for all those who forgot the song of the seasons;
Now the song of the reasons.
Now we bid our Goodbyeâs,
Float away from the mouth that allowed us to stay,
And voice; until another day, enjoy. Rejoice.
- Album:
- Power To The People
- Pictures In the Wall
- The Firescroll (Import)
- Tips and Shortcuts Revisited
- Alternative Prison Revisited
- Some of us ...
- Some of Us (Re-issue)
- Some of Us... (Revisited)
- Alternative Prison
- Tips & Shortcuts
- The Firescroll (Bonus Track Version)
- Pictures in the Wall (Revisited)
- The Firescroll (Revisited)
- Walk Inside (The Singles Collection)