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