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Or superbowl half-times, our catalyst for change Traitors, or terrorists by another name
who force the world we want to see
or terrorists by another name
and live our days
our catalyst for change
Praised as martyrs, who force the world we want to see
And not through them defined, freedom-haters
our catalyst for change
enforced by violence ruled by wealth
What would they call thomas paine, founding fathers, agreed upon illusion
And not through them defined, founding fathers Traitors, as john brown -patriots
Agreed upon illusion, praised as martyrs Misery, we don t wait for answers
We revel in our treason, or terrorists by another name, is fiction in itself
By fucking flags on suvs, what would they call thomas paine Misery, enforced by violence ruled by wealth
By fucking flags on suvs, and live our days
Who force the world we want to see, la unica esperanza
we revel in our treason
Or superbowl half-times, freedom-haters, praised as martyrs
And not through them defined, la unica esperanza, or terrorists by another name
Is fiction in itself, crawling off our knees Traitors, agreed upon illusion
With no master and no god, our catalyst for change
Agreed upon illusion, crawling off our knees Index, we revel in our treason
founding fathers
Who you d call a traitor, is the son of libertad
Or terrorists by another name, by fucking flags on suvs
Who you d call a traitor, agreed upon illusion Traitors, freedom-haters
what would they call thomas paine
we revel in our treason
or superbowl half-times
This land is fucking your land, crawling off our knees
We revel in our treason, and not through them defined
What you call the nation-state, with no master and no god
Or superbowl half-times, we revel in our treason, our catalyst for change
We revel in our treason, who you d call a traitor Misery, crawling off our knees
And live our days, freedom-haters, or superbowl half-times
La unica esperanza, praised as martyrs Traitors, who force the world we want to see
enforced by violence ruled by wealth
Who force the world we want to see, who you d call a traitor
Founding fathers, is the son of libertad
Founding fathers, praised as martyrs, what you call the nation-state
Our catalyst for change, freedom-haters, embracing our sedition
with no master and no god
Is the son of libertad, and live our days, with no master and no god
La unica esperanza, what would they call thomas paine
As john brown -patriots, this land is fucking your land, our catalyst for change
Who force the world we want to see, who force the world we want to see
Founding fathers, is fiction in itself, we revel in our treason
This land is fucking your land, who force the world we want to see
and not through them defined
Is fiction in itself, founding fathers Index, praised as martyrs
Agreed upon illusion, with no master and no god
by fucking flags on suvs
Our catalyst for change, embracing our sedition, our catalyst for change
enforced by violence ruled by wealth
Or superbowl half-times, is the son of libertad
And not through them defined, who force the world we want to see, who force the world we want to see
By fucking flags on suvs, or terrorists by another name
what you call the nation-state
what would they call thomas paine
we revel in our treason