i've heard the stories so many times
the guilty cowards, concealing their past crimes
you cannot keep the truth away from me
the bigger the lie the more likely it will be believed, 
but i won't be believe

we all must find out who we were born to be
a place in class and race and in our family tree
you cannot take these roots away from me
i look to the past for inspiration to carry on and find 
where i belong

there's no grave deep enough to hold the truths that lay 
untold

so we honor the dead...

we carry the weight of the past, so we must do right for 
those who've passed
follow the path of the conquest, follow the path the path 
of the oppressed
know their horrors and remember the fights, know those 
who have given and taken your rights
they've colonized all that we can see, they will not 
settle in these memories