I won’t be without my natural fear
Of the years as they go passing out

Now that time has shored, we take account of lessons ignored
Lives that are not yours, covered with doubt by the biased score

This is why I complain
Histories of blackened names

I won’t be without my natural fear
Of the years as they go passing out

Now the nature of our kind is freely choosing to be blind
The politics I find are instruments of the sickened minds

But we know how to play your game
Listen as they scream our names
This species knows what to do
Their rockets they will come for you
Calling patriots and fifth columns
They fight wars while we write songs