At the height of your success
You signed your likeness into space
And in its place, a little star
And wrapped in bloody socks
With fingers snapped
As the guards they mocked and jeered
And watched you wither away
As you languished for years

No one watching over you
Did you ever think everyone would forget?
Did they hide you on purpose?
Did they hit you with that car?
Did they make you believe that it couldn't get better
Cause they thought you were too powerful?
Cause you are, you are, you are

Your death is not an end but a means where we begin
A baby bottle rocket above the land which you’ve been
Will your light guide our way or will we worship its refraction?
Will reflection lead to pain instead of the right direction?
And through Misdirection
We lost our discretion
And all our lost roads
led to insurrection
Love isn’t peace and peace isn’t nonviolence
Love is retribution for voices which are silenced
And love is hope and hope is love
To hope is to live and to live is to love
And to love is to live and to live is to hope
And hope is to love but love isn’t peace
To love is to fight for the life of the deceased


Divide the land & conquer the faithful
Destroy the temples, destroy the streets
Cut out our tongues our hands and our feet
And though we can’t run, can’t fight, can’t build, can’t speak
We can love, we can dream, we can hope, we can think

Our fight is land our fight is unity
Our fight is not one in which we struggle with modernity
Kill the weeds as they spring up each and every one
Or they will outgrow us they will outpace us
They will enslave us before they replace us

The gauchos died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
The natives died alone and divided
Our spirit dies alone when divided

The cowboys died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided