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