We revel in our treason, our catalyst for change We don't wait for answers We laugh, seize, and live our days Embracing our sedition Crawling off our knees As John Brown -patriots Who force the world we want to see
Traitors! Who you'd call a traitor Is the son of libertad La unica esperanza With no master and no God Freedom-haters, agitators? What would they call Thomas Paine? Founding fathers Praised as martyrs Or terrorists by another name?
Traitors! What you call the Nation-State Is fiction in itself Agreed upon illusion Enforced by violence - ruled by wealth This land is fucking your land And not through them defined By fucking flags on SUVs Or Superbowl half-times
