Rise up, spirit of my ancestry
and fill me with vigilance again.
No longer will we watch from our posts,
torches of war burn this eve.
For those who possess undue power,
they lurk in our midst with innocent
blood staining their sleeves.
Their slaves labor away into nothingness,
lost in the abyss of factories.
The gods are replaced with commodities
unfit to occupy their thrones.
Their rightful place,
we bow our heads to mere currency.
Our apathy allows capitalism to enslave,
to enslave, enslave!
The price of our freedom
is the essence of our slavery,
the master I've served
will never repay me.
There's poison in the communion wine,
and in this theocracy we will all die.
Worship false idols, currency in our veins,
the bow breaks in this ship of fools.
Capitalism enslaves,
paid in blood, paid in blood!
Tonight all flags must
burn in a place of steeples.
Autonomy must return into
the hands of the people.
This is war on our oppressors!
The concept of nationalism
robs us of our very nature,
destroys our tribes and torn
apart our families.
Gagged and bound we slit
the throat of the henchman
then laugh at the contradiction.
Laugh at the contradiction...
Falsify our inspiration,
numbed by media, the tools
for complacency market
our fucking rebellion.
Behold the chains of profit,
there is nothing sacred.
We are convinced that we are free
because we are not starving.
But our souls starve for something else
than profits and convenience.
We starve for the truth,
we starve for earth.
We starve for freedom
and untainted skies.
How long will we swallow
the shit that they feed us?
How long will they rape our
ears with their lies?
I will not surrender my
heart to anyone but me.
There are just a few
things that I believe:
That people are born free
and slavery is murder,
that their property is theft,
and government is tyranny.
Anarchy is liberty....
Liberation!
Tonight all flags must
burn in a place of steeples.
Autonomy must return into
the hands of the people!
