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Fight With Tools

Transmission

Signals comin through, okayEcho, echo one-nine

Hear the call through fault lines

Smoke signals, old rhymes

Shorted lights in store signsSpelled in a broken code

Find that it is time to

Breathe, build, bend

And refine youWe sky tenants give it all

But wont give up radio

Soul antennas, radio

You lift spiritsCall sign, Commando

M.O. is independent

Scream till the walls fall

Dissolve all the limitsOccupied minds

Unemployed skills

Desolation, worn out

Torn downJust for now thrill seekers

Slangin test tube babies in beakers

Where gun blasts pump

Straight from the speakersThe system where

The poor get poorly paid

To hold the ladder

Where the rich get ricocheted

Into the stratosphereAnd in between people

Are rushin' like Vladimir

With metals to make their status clear

Get us out of hereWe need heroes, build them

Dont put your fist up, fill them

With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them

Dont put your fist up, fill them

With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

Were the architects of our last standTheres a war goin on for your mind

Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothin

The battlefield is everywhere

There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians

You have two choices, surrender or enlistWhat kind of person are you?

Always the first to argue

Or never down to stick your neck out

Cause it hurts you far too muchTo see your rep suffer

Set you up a buffer

Well, neither is enough for us cut

From a tougher brand of duct tapeThe propaganda's stuck

On us like sock pajamas

Spread like a virus

Through accepted thoughts

And proper mannersBut off the cameras

Somethings simmerin across the land

About to bubble up and knock

The lids off of the pots and pansWe are non stop juggernauts

Stomp ziggurats

Spit manifestos

By terabytes and gigawattsShock paradigms

Give sense to a score

Throw thoughts through the sky

And activate twenty moreIn these high and dry times

Expectorate on dogma

Pragmatic sycophants

Divide and conquerWe build bridges

Offer hard work and prosper

As hand made heroes

Brought to you by no sponsorsWe need heroes, build them

Dont put your fist up, fill them

With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them

Dont put your fist up, fill them

With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them

Dont put your fist up, fill them

With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them

Dont put your fist up, fill them

With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands

Were the architects of our last standAll free minds to the front

All free minds to the front

We call upon women

We call upon childrenWe call upon the handicapped

The infirmed, the week of heart

We need your courage, your dedication

Your passion, your commitmentGather up your platinum, melt it down

Gather up your gold, melt it down

Gather up your silver, your bronze

Your aluminum, melt it down

Melt it down, melt it down

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