An animal injured will soon turn savage
Runs wild and free he shakes spear
Mowed on down more than average
By mechanical earthquakes here
Trees torn down no swinging vines
Treetops no more than a flatland
I stand up to you singing rhymes
Beach within reach with that sand
Which is the way they dictate spells
Cast their orders onto little men
Bottle up their water from fake wells
Hope floats red coats minute men
Breaking us down six feet in a hole
Breaking our chain, we release control
Steps by step were crossing that bridge
Holding no wheel when we steer
Upon the horizon on over that ridge
Straighten our crooked paths not clear
This new beginning sign of the times
Our glass glued down full of that sand
The cries humanity against the crimes
On all fours we roar our last stand
Former selves recede to hollow shells
It's not about when or will we win again
With no morals they preach hate sells
Signing things, it stings with a pen
Reconnect us the spirit to soul
Reconnect up the flag to the pole