Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint sets
Black marketed fresh water canons, forget me not
Epitaph, airbrush with death
White T's, wife beaters, button up, reattach flesh
In between the lines, outside of the law
Underneath the veil we dig our foundations
We navigate the globe trying to find a pattern to break the mold
With a family to feed there’s nowhere we won’t go
But what if were caught?
They said I’m a snitch
Shot at the check point
Found with his throat slit
There’s spray paint on the teleprompter
(But what if were caught?)
Anchorman screams that he’s seen a monster
(They said I’m a snitch)
Mayday, there’s bloodstains on his shirt
(Shot at the check point)
Mayday, they say that he’s gone berserk
Sometimes, when I wanna shut out this world
Wanna rip up this page
Wanna pour out this heart
Wanna get up on this stage
And my lips become percussion
And my fists become the rage
And I pound on this table
Till it gives me something to say
Then I think about things
That I’ve seen right in front of me
That I don’t wanna believe
Gimme one of these mikes
Let me let ‘em know the way that it is
Is not how it’s gonna be
Not if we don’t let ‘em get ahead of us
The present tensions, no threat
It’s just a fence across the path
That we're already ready to walk
Rock solid footsteps, let ‘em put up obstacles
And prove that it isn’t possible, fuck that
We don’t give ‘em any weight
True liberty and freedoms at stake
Peace will never become pass